Originally Posted by
Kuroimaken
[SWORD Headquarters]
Today was an unusual outing for Subject 1864. Normally confined to his own subterranean quarters, he'd been allowed to take a stroll around the base.
It was his birthday, after all.
Well, not quite. Actually, no one knew when his birthday actually was. But when one of the nurses caring for him eventually got curious about it, a mock birthdate was set, just to give him a slight sense of humanity.
Frankly, it confused him. Harsh though it was, having his daily activities planned for him at least gave him a sense of instruction and direction. When it was up to him, he simply didn't know what to do.
At least until the alarm rang. Then he knew he was supposed to report to the nearest high-ranking individual for orders.
Hey look, that man seems to be giving out orders. Let's go to him.
So it is that a boy in a blue and black jumpsuit was suddenly standing around staring at the man choosing a weaponry loadout.