*Daniel Composition, a descendant of the Plasmatoids, creatures suposedly composed of Pure Plasma Energy, gently slipped on his laboratory coat, placing his favorite Platinum pen in his right pocket. He had a very bad feeling his lab reports weren't going to be complete in time.
Shadows glistened past him from the hallway; for his bedroom door was always open for people who needed to ask him any type of question. he looked over to his trophy cabinet, staring oddly at the sword that encased in it. It was a plae blue color and had ridges on both sides of it, taking on an eerie glow of white, grey and black that seemed to leak from the sides of the cabinet. He could'nt even lift it, let alone try to use it. Yet, it was having a problem being mounted inside fo the cabinet.*
"This is going to be a very busy day. I wonder where mom is.."
*Artonian slipped on his house shoes, piercing the room he was in with shifty eyes, slowly taking on the motion to let out a sigh. He was scouting for his morning cup of coffee, but it was to no avail. he only grunted to himself in a timid fashion, curling his fingers to slowly form a fist.*
"Deviline didn't leave my coffee this morning, AGAIN!!"
*He blurted out angrily, pushing off his legs to stand up fully. He knew this work day would begin very awkwardly if he didn't get any coffee in him. Sooner or later he would come to terms with his other co-worker Daniel Composition, who was a favorite employee there. Seeking energies from the Slip Stream, the Prince raised his hands up to his head, contacting his fingers unto his temples. A light glow would eminate from him, in an attempt to mentally communicate with all staff members within the complex.*
"Yes, this is the Prince. I'm asking about my morning coffee and Lady Deviline didn't prepare it like she normally does. What's .....going on with her this morning? This is the fifth time she's done it in the past 20 years. If anyone sees her, tell her that Lotus needs his coffee dammit!!!"
*Such an attitude he had without his coffee every morning, especially on today. It would mark to 50th Anniversary of the Company and all of its accomplishments. The outside world had appreciated what Third World had done up to this point, but there was still a slew of matters to handle. He started the motion of walking over to the bathroom, taking off his robe for a quiet and refreshing shower. He looked in the mirror at his purple skin and yellow cat-like eyes, letting loose a sigh once again. He knew he was a mutant, able to absorb the energies of multiple objects and change the effects of time itself. He never really used the abilities. His last attempts were when he was only fifteen years old. The result was his only childhood friend remaining in a coma for over six weeks.
Everywhere he went, people from all walks of life tried to comfort him, saying that the mutation was only temporary. Hell, it had been over 125 years since that happened. Most of the people he went to high school with were already dead, so what did that indicate for him? Mutation HAD to be cured or further explained. Since not many employees were allowed to even "visit" the world outside, The Prince sighed at the fact that he COULD go outside.
The hot and steamy water cascaded all over his body and into his white hair. He closed his eyes, wodnering about his future with Third World, but was it really worth watching countless people war with each other on giant monitors? One would think not.*
~~~~~June 16, 2036; Seven Fifteen A.M.~~~~~
*At the same time, another mutant, (wouldn't you guess?
) made a step out of his room. He was over seven feet inches tall first off, and had a very huge brain. It was almost basketball sized. At first glance, you'd think he was some sort of freak, but he was probably the smartes lab worker in the company, but worked for only 114 dollars an hour. His name was Micheal Gudiz the First, and there were five other clones like him. Two were female and the other three were spin-offs of the original. He gently smiled at some of the skittering co-workers, who knew not to say anything about his rather bulbous head. Armed with a floating lap top, Gudiz walked gracefully and happily down the long hallway to his mini-company, Creature Creations, INC., a sub-division of Third World.
Daniel would catch the pulses of Psychic Energy Gudiz always gave off in the morning, grimmacing in chills of fear. He peeked his head out of his room to see a tall silouhette approaching slowly. Daniel reached over for his time I.D., being sure to walk WITH Gudoz since his work desk was a mere two rooms away from his Lab.*
"Hey BIG brainiac!! Wait for me!!!" *He would yell out, bolting out of his room, making sure the door slid itself shut while he wasn't occupying it.*