Utopia Under The Waves

The city itself was enclosed within a strange field, though the field itself was not composed any sort of solid material, but a strange energy that was selectively permeable, only letting certain things through its rather clear surface. Matthew made a small joke perhaps to no one, though Alexander found himself lightly smirking at the suggestion before crossing arms over his chest, looking to the sign that had heralded them into the city. Where they were was a place called Eden, which was indicated by the sign that hung rather sturdily before them, the material by which it was composed of seemed to be a manner of copper. The words themselves were emblazoned in a light blue and seemed to pop out to him, as well as the fact that they were indeed glowing. Yet they manner by which they were glowing was not neon lighting, otherwise he could have seen that by now, yet they were glowing nonetheless.

So they had stumbled upon an underwater city by the name of Eden? How did this place thrive underneath thew waves for so long, and how did it bring them all the way here? These were some of the questions that were swimming around the males mind, though for the most part he was quiet, not really letting his thoughts become betrayed by words. If one looked at the two, they would assume that matt was the more vocal one, and they would have been right in that assumption, as he was indeed more inclined to talk than Alex was. The English male was always the reclusive type really, hiding in himself when it came to any kind of one on one verbal confrontation but he could possibly talk to a large crowd. Something about the largeness that made each individual seem insubstantial was calming to him, and that was how he got over that bit.

There was a mention of Atlantis, which could have been correlated to the lost city, though he was unsure if this could constitute the city of Atlantis, considering that it was also stipulated to be a continent or so he had heard from one person. ”Atlantis? I sure hope we don’t have to fight Aquaman.” Alex noted with an attempt at a joke himself, turning to The alien curiously before simply looking forward again, not really taking note of the reaction to his poor joke. Ahead of them was a rather strange looking metallic lift, one that he would assume would lead them into the city, or rather into the outskirts of the city. Alexander looked over it rather cautiously, looking back to Matt before taking a step forward, stepping onto the lift and then waiting for the others before looking at the only lever that existed upon the platform.

Within an instant it seemed to throw itself as the lift would begin to move, and then they were ascending. The lift itself only took around five minutes to reach the destination, which was a rather quaint looking station with…two humans looking at them with rather friendly expressions. One was a young brown haired woman and the other a male that appeared strangely similar. They both seemed personable enough, dressed in what one could call steam punk clothing, Victorian era somewhat, a strange steam powered machine puttering in the corner at is own place. Alexander felt as if he had been transported into some sort of strange anime, not that he really minded that possibility. ”So, what do we have here?” The female wondered out loud looking the visitors over with a rather interested expression.

”Probably another batch of surface dwellers if we know anything about The Mistress.” The male answered sipping on a small cup of brown liquid, Alexander’s eyes falling upon a strange posters that was glaring at him from the wall, one of a red haired woman in a rather exquisite dress wielding a cane. These two both had rather thick accents, seeming even thicker than Alexander’s, though something about them felt a little calming to the usually introverted male. ”Look at this one, he’s practically in the nude. Distasteful if you ask me, absolutely distasteful.” He muttered shaking his head and finishing up the small cup that he was nursing down.

”I would be pleased that he’s wearing the towel, otherwise we would be given a rather interesting view.” The female muttered jokingly walking to another room before producing a set of clothing that would fit the male perfectly, placing them on a counter. They were similar to their own clothing, with an assortment of buckles and other carrying compartments to only accentuate the steampunk look.”And this one does not look like he has seen a day of sun within his life, its strange really. Well, we haven’t seen the sun in our lives so it would be rather rude to judge him.” The woman started and then amended motioning for the mostly nude male to take the clothing if he so wanted and then walked back over to the male partaking of a cup of the brown liquid herself.

Surprisingly, Epsilon is the last onto the lift, his slowness is caused by his trying to analyze the force-field that supports the water, and keeps it out of the city... when they get up to the next level Epsilon stares at the two people, his eyes lock onto each as they speak, not understanding the language in the slightest, he is fascinated by the differing types of hairdo between the people. His eyes zoom in on the liquid, trying to understand what it is and why they are imbibing it... All nutritional value needed by his people is taken once a month in a single injection.

The engine in the corner is so primitive that Epsilon cannot help but to move to it, studying it...fuel is pumped in and combusted to boil water, which powers the pistons... The concept is so wasteful that it is almost unbelievable...

He reaches into a special pouch, taking hold of a few tools to make it work better, and starts walking toward it purposefully, having no real concept of personal property.

Matt didn't know what to say honestly. He did not trust these people. At all. He felt his blood warm, as Hellfire had gone to alight itself within his veins. He could feel pure hatred and repulsion flowing through him. He was being judgmental, he knew he was. But unless one had empathy, they would not know. Something primal inside him roared out against these two. This woman was evil, the kind smile, the posh mannerisms and words. They were a guise...but this was...unfounded. But deep within, he knew... no...he knew nothing. He calmed himself, even when he had shown no emotion change externally... he calmed. They felt...uncertain to him. For one whom was a good sense of motive all he could tell they held no firm allegiance in the moral spectrum. The man mentioned about Matt lacking pants. Damnit, he was being shy again. It seems as though everyone was now getting the chance to see how introverted Matt himself could be. His face flushed a dark color, even against his dark skin as he latched onto the towel. The woman mentioned something about a view that made the nervous teen back up a step. Of course there was clothing provided to him, which he walked up and placed a hand on them, as if peering into them for a moment, or investigating them in great detail. Psychometry was a dear to him right now. Seeing that there was nothing "implanted" into it throughout it's history he took it and smiled to the lady with a bright red face. "Thank you." He said, though he quickly began to dress, slipping on the underbearings up his legs to keep himself covered and composed first, then with little issue he dressed himself with little issue. Many people would think with all the leather straps and the buckles and the widgets attached it'd be hard to dress in, but honestly it was like second nature.

He stood there dressed in his Victorian era frilled white shirt, sporting a reflective styled vest, embroidered with black Victorian detailing that accentuated the sheen of the vest. He sported the proper burgundy dress pants and then found himself with an overcoat with buckles and techno-wish-wash every which way. Extra leather steps that strapped around him like a harness on the upper body. He looked to himself at a reflection, not able to see himself anyway, though when he saw the black strappings he had to ask himself... Was this steampunk or BDSM? He scoffed a little as he saw the jacket and he snagged it under the collar and slung it over his back. "Does this look alright?" Matt whispered at Alex, he didn't mind looking odd, he was grateful for the clothing but at this moment he felt like he was part of a damn video game...and being the vain person he tends to be (sarcasm) he just had to know if he could pull this look off.... if so he'd wear this for Halloween...save for the leather straps and that.

He also noticed their little Alien friend heading out to investigate a small generator. He snapped to open his mouth, calling out "Hey, don't do that!" but the alien obviously didn't understand English. Using his Psychometric readings, coupled with his Pamnesia he was able to recall the youth of the child for but a moment, with advanced indexing he pulled together the linguistic skills of that race, and formulated a sentence. "yegexh nyust hypktah!" he snapped out, perfect accent and everything, right on the money. He then turned back to Alex, embarrassed as he looked to the other two to see the reactions. He honestly didn't care what those two thought, he didn't trust them as it was and if this dude kept spouting off like the unaccomplished douche he was acting like, Matt would likely feed him to the lamprey... not really...Matthew was horribly anti-killing, but that fact aside. He crossed his arms and glared at the alien, interested to see if the words he believed to have indexed correctly had turned out to be truly what he wanted them to be. Of course they would be though...Matthew was rarely ever wrong.

Alexander watched curiously as Matthew changed into the strange attire that the twins had offered to him, something about it seeming to fit the male in question. It were as if he were meant to wear it or something along those lines, though he would not say something like that out loud, not at all. Could be mistaken for something that it was not, and that would do him no good in the long run, so many possibilities that he had to run over within his head before saying anything, which was also perhaps a reason why he did not  say much of anything. What he did say was only said after careful mental deliberation, to save him from perhaps further embarrassment. That was all considering that he really enjoyed talking to a person to begin with, which was rare as far as people were concerned, considering that well…introversion and whatnot.

One thing that he could tell however was that Matt did not like his lack of clothing being brought up, which suggested that he had some kind of modest nature about him. Well, alexander had something similar with himself, considering that if he were to appear in the middle of a place he did not know in only a towel, then he would be reacting about the same as well. His feet played over the rather warm floor, enjoying the feeling that was slowly permeating through his entire being, warming him from the rather cold experience that the bathosphere had offered them. Upon dressing himself however Matthew asked him how he looked and that snapped alexander from his thoughts, attention instantly turning towards his friend and considering an answer that would maybe best please the male.

”You look fine.” Alexander whispered in return, rubbing his forearms out of what felt like habit more than anything, though the twins did not see it as that. The female leaned over the counter, ignoring the alien as he examined the male for a moment.

”You’re not cold are you? I was sure I told someone to fix the heating mechanism weeks ago, but it seems that he did not get around to it.” Her tone was the usual friendly sort, looking to Alex waiting for some kind of answer, though all he offered her was a shake of his head.

”I told ya I fixed it last week, it hasn’t been chilly here since then.” The male corrected the female sipping on his tea, their tones never rising above their usual civil level, not even turning to acknowledge that the alien was about to touch their rather strange invention. No, they were perhaps what one could call too calm, though Alex did react slightly when Matt spat something out to the alien within a rather foreign sounding tongue, one that he did not know, though it likely meant that he was telling the guy to not mess with that small engine like device. ’I would assume you want to go into the city, since you’re making your way through here in the first place.”

’I think they should stay a little while, not like the city is going anywhere, or they are really going to go anywhere. No way to the surface again except through the gate, and….well I think I’ve said too much.”

”Right, The Mistress might try to take our heads off again, never did learn did she?” The male and the female seemed to ramble on for a moment before turning attention to the alien and then the two males.

”Oh, we must be boring you. I’m sure you would want to go into the greater city, meet the mistress and perhaps learn more about…well your new home, or try to return to your old one. We’ve had a few poor souls try the latter though, it did not work out much like they had hoped. It was a sad case really.” The woman said shaking her head, making sound like they had no changes when it came to escape, though Alexander was a hopeful soul.

Epsilon spins completely around in an instant, "Neqeush dedengagh! say that you could lwyariah tyedekdnesh!" he says in disbelief "Pteueng zrekten muudonvesh ityel vudok tenektic yoresh tumosh."

The garbled language comes out so rapid fire and energetic that it is shocking, the silent alien is all at once trying to communicate, but no-one can understand it... a human mouth cannot even make some of the noises that are being produced.

"Sesneen ptk ue doesn't function voii" Epsilon says quickly, gesturing to the machine with the tool in his hand, "It dvek jiuu pputnen correctly assseiusek"

the smooth skinned alien is emphatic and he gets closer to Matthew muscles in his face contract in eerie ways as he speaks, muscles at the corners of his eyes pull down and away, making his eyes look thinner, but the effect is... odd... every person in the area, and everything that captured his attention before is being ignored.

"I don't care if it doesn't function well!" Matt said, using his indexing knowledge to draw forth the alien language. He emulated the speech once more before rolling his eyes at the man alien and letting out a little sigh. The man just up and muscled up towards his face, which was about to get him impaled. He was too close, there was nothing he could do. It would have happened faster then he could have hoped to react. A blade jutting form Matthew at astounding speeds would impale him, and shred him like a banana in a blender. Matthew shoved the thought to the back of his head. That was not a nice thought at all. Though absolutely nothing on Matthew's face, vital signs or demeanor in anyway showed him as being potentially hostile. He was grateful for his "emotional trigger" as he called it. It kept him at a perfectly balanced level of emotion and thought, even when thinking of violent things, nothing on him betrayed him...not even pheromones or hormones. He was as emotionally controlled and stable as ever. He did notice however about that eye once more, and it made him curious. He could only frown. Even with video camera's... he would not be remembered by the end of this...unless he could find out how to remove this damn curse.

"Yeah...venture into the city. Here, hold this please." Matt said. the "Hold this please" was directed to Epsilon as he held out a top-hat with steam-punk goggles. Little did Matthew know that by handing Epsilon that hat, until he took the hat back from the alien, the alien would be able to perfectly remember him. Of course he could simply have dropped the hat or not taken it when Matthew handed to him and let go... but taking the had meant remembering a comarde...for now. These other two however were not so lucky. He looked to Alex and cocked his head towards the city, a sort of silent language between him and the younger, but taller pale male. "Okay...gotta set the record straight. I was stolen from my SHOWER... and ended up in this strange metal ball... just to be rudely judged and then told about unfortunate souls and this "Mistress". So lemmie ask you this... what is this place, why are we here, who can get me answers, and where is the nearest tailor? I'm gonna need another one of these for October." He said as he crossed his arms. Introverts all had different ways of dealing with the foreign. Matthew defaulted to taking charge.

As he saw it, Alex was shy, just like him...and he liked Alex enough to step up and be the talky one...he'd have had the alien do it...but yeah, no speaky the English. Matthew then kept looking over to Alex periodically, to check in on him, so to speak. He felt damn awful for this kid. First the Attack in LA, now this. He, wasn't sure how much one could bear before their psyche snapped. He didn't seem the type to shatter though. He was horribly uncomfortable with the situation, but you can bitch about it, or you can muscle through it. Matt intended on speaking as little as possible this entire trip, unless it were to Alex...and maybe the alien if it was a need-be. He continued to listen and observe the surroundings but his new... "friend", Alex was always in his radar at this point.

Alexander found himself looking perplexed at the alien being that was now speaking in return to his friend in the guttural dialecr, unintelligible to him and yet he knew they were trying to convey some kind of meaning to one another. How did Matthew understand what the thing was saying anyway? All he got was strange syllables and vague meanings from the tones behind its voice, as if it were arguing something against Matthew and he was sternly scolding it or something along those lines. All he could do at this point was watch the tw argue within that strange language, and then turn to the two that were watching with a vague indifference, as if they understood completely what those two were talking about. ”Oh my, he wanted to mess with that old thing?” The female muttered to her twin, her tone becoming accentless and rather smooth as if a change had taken place.

”I don’t see why, not like we really use it for anything, kind of just something you keep around for appearances wasn’t it?” The male muttered to her as the two once again began to devolve into their strange diatribe.

”Not infront of the surface dwellers, they might get the wrong idea.” She said with a smirk turning to Matt as he said something that amused her apparently. ”Well we had nothing to do with your being stolen, we just process people that come through. As for being “judged” its all observations, if you cannot take them, then I’m sorry but that is a grievance that you will find that I simply have no sympathy towards. As for why you are here, its simple really, you were chosen randomly. It’s not that you were important really, fate just chose you, out of a great probability you were brought here.”

”One out of 8 billion if I remember the count.” The male chimed in, the woman nodding as she pulled a small clipboard and writing a few things down, licking one of her fingers and then smoothing out a strand of hair that had fallen into her face. ”You’ll find a tailor not too long after you enter the residential district, which is just a five minutes’ walk from here, maybe shorter if you feel like running.” The male noted looking to the three.

’You, I would prefer you keep your hands to themselves when it comes to the possessions of people around here, you would find it not wise to upset our citizens, they are rather….dangerous.” She rattled off in the same strange language that the alien used with not a single hitch, blinking twice before looking to Matthew and then Alexander. ’If you would want to leave I would suggest bringing it up with the Mistress, which is through that way. There are signs that will lead you along the way, so good bye.” She said with an offhanded gesture before simply seeming to ignore them completely as her and her brother seemed to busy themselves with something else entirely, which basically meant that they had left the room.

”Well then.” Alexander murmured confused.

Epsilon had not gotten especially close to Matthew, definitely not so close that a normal person would feel threatened, and halts quickly when Matt frowns, trying to understand the expression of the only other being that speaks his language...

A cylinder of stiff cloth is pushed his palms, with two clear pieces of glass fixed to a rubber and metal frame. In Epsilon's culture, handing another person an object is a direct transfer of possession, A gift... Epsilon takes the goggles off of the hat quickly, his curiosity... and his slight feel of frustration because he is restricted from fixing the broken machine, coming to the surface. He twists the frame slightly popping the supra-cooled liquid pane out of the goggles. His fingers move with unbelievable precision, using a laser pen to sear the external upper layer, separating the top and bottom of the lens.

Epsilon inserts a web-like mesh between the layers, then reseals the lens and replaces the glass inside of the rubber frame, creating a video recording device in less than a full minute unless he is physically stopped. Looking up when the woman speaks to him, "I will refrain from repairing your faulty equipment, by your order miss. However, if your people respond to myself with violence I have been trained to defend myself and you will be held accountable, as you are the only one to speak my language and you are also the most senior associate of this jurisdiction." Epsilon responds quickly

"Ignore them." Matthew stated as his anger found itself spiking slightly. Not upon his own design mind you, however it was certainly affected him. He decided upon granting himself some lenience by letting out a grumble before taking a few steps towards the city. He would make his way there first before anywhere else. He wanted to investigate, truth be told. Moreso he wanted to know why he was here, how they were chosen and exactly how they got him here. Though deep within him...part of him wanted nothing more than to blow the place sky-high... the worst part? He had no idea why...none whatsoever. With a scoff he found himself rather...displeased. Though he fought for composure. There was no need to let the others know what a mess his mind was at the moment. He just...needed space. Perhaps they would follow him, not knowing his internal torment. They couldn't know his torment...his tranquil state made it impossible to tell from the exterior. If they did, so be it. If they did not...it was a brief reprieve.

One foot in front of the other, Matthew would stride as he made his way towards the city. Those two... people... they irritated him? Fine. This place made him angry? Fine. He didn't know why they both did this? Not okay. If emotions were going to be thrown abut and dangerously off-setting his emotional trigger, he would quickly resolve the reason why, or seek solace in a dark area, secluded from judging eyes. He found himself confused to say the least, as he was now suddenly in the middle of this society, standing out like a sore thumb most likely as he actually found himself within this place known as "Residential district". Perhaps he would find his way around this place...familiarize himself with the area so to speak. Perhaps he would find way to kill time... perhaps he would think of a plan. Perhaps he'd settle in and enjoy the place. Perhaps he would escape. Perhaps he'd take Alexander with him.... maybe... his new friend would rather stay here? To each their own... but what about the Alien-kind of person. That weirdo had some serious issues with a language like his... it legitimately hurt Matthew to talk like that...His eyes fell upon a bench where he would go an sit, placing his elbows on his thighs and leaning over. If he was alone, he would bring up his hands and burry his palms into his eyes...if there were others, he'd simply bring up one hand and plant a chin on his palm. Such a predicament.

Something told him that Matthew would be mad in regards what those two had said, yet Alexander could not quite tell if that were the case. His face was rather serene, and it did not really give anything away, though something told him that he was in some way angry, it was one of those weird gut feelings that people got every once in a while. Strange blue eyes would follow Matthew as he seemed to move on and so would the English male, giving the alien a look that silently asked “hey you comin?” before he walked on. The tan male that he was following let his eyes fall upon a bench, walking over there to sit on it and Alexander choosing to take a seat beside him, looking at him as if silently asking what was wrong.

The residential district was a rather nice place he could admit, with the houses surrounding them in a way that made it feel welcoming. Some people resorted to hanging their clothing out as a strange artificial breeze would blow through and dry it much like the natural winds, and others resorted to using specialized drying machines that were strangely high tech. One could not really tell the technological advancement by looking at one house, though all could tell that this place was one of perhaps choice. Some were dressed much like Matt in the Victorian era clothing and others were wearing clothes that one would expect a modern American teenager to be wearing.

His lips parted as if aiming to ask Matthew what was wrong with him, though before he could do that something hit him much like a brick, a feeling within the pit of his stomach that was alien to the male. His heart began to hammer and within a moment out of his peripheral vision, Alexander caught sight of someone. A young male with long brown hair that covered his forehead, dressed in clothing similar to what the average American teenager would have worn, strange smoky grey eyes peering out from within his skull. ”So, are you two new to the city?” His eyes were focused upon Alexander for a moment, a Cheshire smile forming upon his lips as his attention turned to Epsilon, though something about him did not sit well even with this male.

A female trailed alongside him, looking to the alien strangely, hand clasped behind her back as she approached him. ”Ah, where are my manners? I walk up to perfect strangers and don’t even introduce myself. The names Anthony, but most just call me Tony.” he said offering a rather pearly smile, and sending that weird sensation through Alex once again.

”Welcome to the city, I would assume you are new here, I tend to remember every face in this place.” The female would note walking up to Epsilon and appraising him carefully.

Looking out across the residential area, Epsilon says nothing even when the woman speaks to him. His glowing eyes appraise the female human with no readable emotion on its alien features.

As he gazes through the thick knots of clothing, and people, he sees that the top-hats are worn atop the head, and perches the gift he had been given atop his smooth white cranium, idly.

He keeps striding down the main passageway between the buildings, walking past the bench...

He tried to keep to himself, though he found it near impossible. He turned and looked when another sat by him. It was Alexander, of course. He'd not be able to shake him, would he? Not that he truly wanted to. Maybe this was just a passing desire to be alone, isolated and get some recuperation time before having to be all social with a town/city/fishbowl full of people he didn't know. He sighed and his head arched to and he turned to the side. He looked at Alex, the interior of his cheek pulled between his teeth as he bit down, nibbling lightly to help subside the irritation of current events. He looked... sympathetic? No... concerned? No... worried? No...Yes? No probably not. It didn't matter really. Well it was odd kinda. What the Hell was with that look? He wanted to growl almost, like a warning. Was the kid having pity? Did he really care?

Matt forced himself to calm and smile at Alex, realizing that his hatred did not stem from Alex. It stemmed form his damn heart. Why was it racing like this? Why was his stomach so light? He didn't like this at all...generally because of what that was associated with, and of course Alex so happened to be there with no other real beacon elsewhere. Alex went to speak, and Matt aimed to listen, but then realized that it was not the grandest idea with the current situation in play. Okay, time to distance myself. Matt thought to himself as he smiled and nodded at Alex assuredly, though inside he was freaking out and wanting to get the fuck away as soon as possible. He went to move when Alex seemed to be distracted by another being, one whom spoke about them being new to the city.

Already hate him. Matt thought as he looked to the male with smoky eyes. The man introduced himself as Anthony, and then corrected himself to becoming "Tony". Of course this reminded Matt of his friend Tony back home, and that reminded him of the situation which immediately sparked his ire... though none could tell. He smiled and nodded with a wave, secretly loathing this person with a deep passion, and for once Matthew did not protest the desire to hurt this male to his inner evil...though he would never yield to it. He simply noted everything passively. "Name's Matthew May. Don't worry about trying to remember my face, I tend to blend right in." He said as he took in a breath and let out a slightly irritated sigh as he leaned back in the chair. Meanwhile their inhuman alabaster friend seemed to ignore the woman rudely, though Matthew had something else he had to worry about. Something very deep within him was growling...stirring...squirming to break out.

Alexander looked at the strange male that had approached them rather strangely, something about him rubbing him the wrong way, and the more he looked at him, the more he felt that strange sensation within his chest. Not that he would do so for long, considering that the male preferred not to look at anyone for any extended amount of time anyway. Anthony was a rather strange person one could admit, but he seemed like some kind of welcoming committee, simply due to the fact that he approached them first and seemed rather friendly. His attention turned towards the female and the albino alien, who so rudely ignored her greeting, turning back to the two with a slightly wry smirk. ’Well isn’t he friendly.” Tony muttered under his breath, before ignoring the alien entirely. His attention then turned to Matthew May, or how he introduced himself anyway, cocking his head to the side and considering him.

”So I would assume that you two want to meet with The Mistress, right?” Tony asked rather pointedly, taking note tan males rather irate disposition, then looking to the English male sitting next to him and taking note of the rather reserved nature that surrounded him. Alex was unsure how to really feel about the male that was bothering him, something about his extroverted nature making him slightly uncomfortable as he fidgeted and attempted to deal with that strange feeling within his chest. His stomach was beginning to feel light, a feeling that he had never really felt before and it annoyed him to no end. ”I mean if you want to see her, I could probably get you two some kind of appointment, I am her personal assistant after all.”

”And you like to brag about it alot.” The female noted approaching the two, glaring at the albino that was walking away ”So, who are these two?”

”Well this is Matthew and this is….someone who’s name I do not know actually.” He muttered rubbing his chin lightly, before his sister swatted him on the back of his head. He rubbed the area where he was swatted and within that instance that strange feeling within his gut seemed to recede. It seemed that whatever it was that the male was doing was causing it, or so he had assumed. ”This is my sister, Alicia, but she usually goes by Alice.”

’I hope my brother hasn’t been giving you two any trouble. He tends to mess around with the new comers sometimes, when he should be showing them around.” She seemed to half apologize, smiling  slightly while looking to Alex and giving him a look before turning her attention to Matthew. ”However, what my brother said is valid. We can indeed grant you an audience with The Matron of the city, the leader so to speak if you want.”

"Not sure... he's not bothered anyone yet I don't think." Matthew said calmly as he found breathing slightly more difficult at the moment, though being careful to not allow himself any chance to reveal his struggle. There was a low bellowing growl from within him. Matt found himself inherently sliding himself away, trying to isolate himself form Alex by any means of distance. He wasn't comfortable, and at this point he was freaking out to the degree he didn't care. Meanwhile he had to combat the inner growling he had to simply snap...to cave to pressure and go berserk the first chance he could. Though perhaps the only LOGICAL think keeping him from this berserker fate was the promise that this strange male named "Tony" was the comment about the whole "matron" and meeting her. She was apparently the head honcho around here, or so one was perhaps to assume. Though he did desire an "audience" he actually would have much rather a moment to himself before departure. But life doesn't always pan out that way, now does it?

"I'd love to meet her, but to be honest I'd rather have a moment to myself, because God only knows what the Hell I'm doing here. Kidnapped from my shower, stuck with a creature who doesn't understand a lick of English, and berated by a half-baked bitch." Matthew said, his voice becoming a bit edgier, uneasy and almost uncanny for a moment, his eyes turning from their radiant blue to a violet and then back to blue. He looked form the male to the female. smiling nicely to her before looking to the alien creature whom was, at this point utterly useless in every way, shape or form. Matthew contemplated leaving right then and there, but the recollection that Alex was still present tethered him. He looked to Alex at a quick glance before scoffing, but a smile forming on his face. The best thing to describe it would be the smile when ne couldn't believe what they were hearing. Since when did Matthew worry about another who could handle their own? No, in the end Matthew was responsible for Matthew, and whatever lie within temptation was cast aside. Alex was no exception. Though it's not particularly as if Alex would know this, now would he?

Matthew walked away with a growling chuckle, his eyes began to asche as their color began to change. He took out to the next Alleyway where he'd stop, press his back against a wall and slide down and growl. How could this be happening? Why did he feel this way about this place? What did he hate it so much? Why did he hate Alex and that other guy at the moment? Why did he have the strange desire to eat a damn squid raw? grossed out at the thought, Matthew dropped his forehead to his knee, where he proceeded to try and calm himself down.

The blond raised an eyebrow, considering the tan male for a moment, and then turning to the other, the one with the strange eyes.  Alexander was feeling…uncomfortable was the word wasn’t it? Yeah, that could describe how he was feeling at the moment, and considering that Matt was distancing himself away did not help much, well not at all. Did he do something? His eyebrows scrunched up as he tried to think over what exactly he did, though nothing came to mind but there had to be something. His answer to the girl did not quite inspire much confidence either, sounding a little…frantic, on edge and overall unnerving. Within a moment he simply walked away, leaving the three alone. ”Well that was something.” Alice muttered crossing arms over her chest as she turned to Alexander. ”Is he like this all the time?”

Alex thought over this for a moment, and honestly he was unsure of an answer to that question, because he simply did not have one, so the male just shrugged. ”Well this is a fine mess you’ve made.” She noted swatting Tony on the back of the head.

"I did this? Woman you are crazy.” He grumbled tersely rubbing the back of his head.

’Of course you didn’t.” She muttered with a roll of her eyes, both seeming to forget Alexander entirely, who seemed to scoot to the far end of the bench, perhaps far enough away from the two without actually having to stand up.

His tantrum was not unnoticed it would seem. Not like he was attempting to draw attention to himself or anything, but attention was still drawn. He couldn't care less if he tried. They wouldn't remember him anyway, so him being animated truly had little consequence at this time. However, he would stand up and start moving again, walking...just walking, he had nowhere he was headed, no clue where he was. His legs were just sort of...on auto-pilot more or less. He just kept walking, trying to clear his head. It did no good, he was like a caged animal in here. It drove him mad. He didn't want to be here...more so than the typical person who was just zapped from home. In fact this place felt...familiar already, however that may be possible...so familiarity and "change" was not an issue, oh no. This issue was not what Matthew did not know...but what he felt as though he knew, but could not bring himself to recall. This place was like... even the words escaped him at the moment. He knew nothing of how to describe a place such as this.

A homely cage, a prison, the shackles of familiarity... a whisper in his mind came, no louder than that of a sudden spark of inspiration. Those words were... fitting to say the least. Though he soon found himself at a nicer looking house, a fancy steampunk looking place with a doorbell and a lotta clockwork. Matthew walked towards the door, as if to inspect it, however a red laser like beam shot out in a linear fashion and spanned across a good three feet before running itself up and down Matthew's figure. There was a beeping, followed by a "No subject available" and the handle on the door turned green before opening itself. Matthew found this quite weird and hesitated, but still resolved to set foot in the house. He stepped in and he looked around a moment. Reaching over, he tapped his ring, the ring of legends. The Ring of Eluned activated, and instantly Matthew slipped in and began to look around. The house was well kept....rather barren if he had to say so himself. There was furnishings of course, but there was no "touch of home" it was all just...Victorian and pictures.

Matthew soon began to wonder what exactly that was just a moment ago. Why a "subject" was required, or rather why exactly there being no "subject" would cause a door to open itself. It was rather curious to be honest, even of the things Matthew had seen of the natives here...that technology was not something to be commonplace. He also wondered how it worked. Perhaps there as a form of "Key-card" that the family held, and the scanners did not recognize these codes and when there were no subjects available it would open and let the family in. It would be most valuable when used in conjunction with a self-defense system. If this were true however... Then I could make a killin.. robbin' the families of Sea-Lab here when their security scanner's can't see me. Matthew was shocked at himself, but he brushed the thought off. He would never actually go through with stealing anything. Or so he believed until his eyes were forced to feast upon a Bible, a cup of coffee, a news paper with a wanted Ad, and a picture. The picture shocked him, made him speechless and panicked immediately as his heart began to race.

He took to the picture, picking it up and glaring at it intently, studying it's every feature. The woman with tanned skin, the male with fare skin and brown hair, the little one in the mother's arms with tanned skin, and an older sibling with blended skin, black hair...and the bump in the woman's tummy highly suggested that there was a third one coming...or she had serious liver issues. Matt took a good, long glare at the man's smiling face. How he wanted to slug the smirk off the ugly mug. He turned it, and slammed the picture into the table, shattering the glass as he turned and looked to the newspaper with the wanted ad. "Wanted Alive: The Minister." and there was a man with a hood, a mask on his face and a Bible in his hands. Matthew pulled over the Bible on the table and opened it to the first page...seething with rage as he swept the book up in his arms and turned, pulling the paper and the newspaper with him as he walked out of the house. He dropped his invisible guise as he began on the war path towards those other two whom he had left with Alexander. Looks like this "Matron" or "Matriarch" or whatever was of use to him. This was...oddly pleasing was all he could think to himself as his blue eyes slowly began to molt into a more purplish hue, and soon they would be magenta, and soon after still red...if he couldn't control his emotions.... the next task was finding Alex... time to backtrack.