This was an unusual place for Ty. But the redhead was at a new predicament. He, for once, hadn't left Sanctuary for a few days, unless going just off the grounds to swipe a wallet, or a pair of large black sunglasses to hide his black eye. He hadn't seen Tses or Butterfly since his 'reunion' with his father. The two most important people in his life, and he didn't want anything to do with them--or anyone else right now. No one needed to see him like this. Not with a black eye, or the intensity and anger in his good one.

Ty found himself, on this particular day, in the Sanctuary gym, wearing a plain black tee shirt, matching jeans, and his usual black sneakers with green laces. He'd grown to like the taped left hand, fingerless leather glove on his right, so he'd kept it. On top of this, were those ridiculous black shades.

Ty stood in front of a punching bag, glaring with his one good eye behind those shades. He threw a hard left, followed by a pair of rights, then another left, imagining his father in place of the inanimate object. Picturing every moment, every horrible thing his father ever did to him.

Ty's strength wasn't impressive, but he was making good, solid hits. Fueled by anger, it was almost as if he knew what he was doing. Left, right right, left, right, left left...

Then, something hit him. "Well, at least we can do something New Year's, right? You can watch the fireworks with me. I'm kinda partial to them since, well, you know. Maybe your sister could come too... I wouldn't mind."" Ty'd broken a date. He'd forgotten all about his girlfriend. All about his sister. What made him any better than the scum that did this to him?

The flurry of punches became faster as Ty assaulted the punching bag, releasing everything he had in him. Taking out everything that ever happened.

Suddenly, his shoe had come untied, and he stepped on the lace and stumbled, falling flat on his face as the glasses flew off to reveal the shiner he'd been hiding.

"Well...crap..." he muttered, making his way to his feet and looking to see if anyone saw.

Oh, he was very clearly having a bad day, wasn't he? He was, after all, wailing away at that heavy bag like it was some sort of red headed step child... The giant bug watching him momentarily pondered on if that were there case, this might be some perverted form of cannibalism. That thought then lead to him wondering if the scrappy red head was going to eat all of the bag, or if there might be some left over for dear old uncle Greg.

Oh damn... He was suddenly thinking about pie again... Though perhaps without the usual ingredients... Actually, ginger did sound quite nice. A fond cooing was covered by the sound of face on ground, and a pair of sunglasses slid to across the floor... Where did they come to a halt? Well, considering the extraordinary bad luck this man just seemed to emanate, having somehow managed to untie a shoe and trip on the laces in what must have been the span of a second, the tinted accessory couldn't help but come to a halt at a certain insectoid pair of feet.

When his buggy head(with a top hat upon it, of course!) slowly drifted down to meet the object, how could he help but become instantly determined to enforce this young man's streak of bad luck? He reached down to pick up the slick shades, and held them in his secondary set of hands, turning compound eyes the young man's way. "You dropped these." It was a factual statement, though it held no real tone past that. Still, he made no motion to return them. In fact, all he did was stare, buzzing his wings after a second.

"I suppose you'll want them back." Once again, he did not hold them out.

"Also... You have a black eye. You should cover that." Since great things come in threes, it will be stated a final time. Not. Giving. Them. Back.

While he was down. Ty took the time to tie his shoe, then check the other one before brushing his hair out of his face. "Yeah, you could say that," Ty replied to the first comment, an obvious frustration lacing his voice as he spoke. When he looked up, the owner of the voice initially....shocked him, to say the least. He knew mutants like this existed, it was just his first time actually seeing one up close. Had to be a roach...With a top-hat. Yep....I've gone off the deep end.

Once over his initial surprise, Ty stared down the roach, a cold intensity still in his right eye. "Uh...yeah I'm kind of aware my eye is hindered by a hideous bruise," he snapped. "That's what the shades were for, and yes, I would like to have them back, thanks." Ty was rarely ever this rude, especially when the one on the receiving end had barely done anything to him. Not that the stranger would know that. Ty took a deep breath.

"Look, this is kinda a bad time to play keep away. Now, if you'd be so kind as to hand me those, so I don't have to steal another pair?" He shrugged slightly, holding out his left hand, the bandage he used to tape it loose on one end.

My oh my, he really was in a bad mood! Roach didn't notice. He stared for a moment longer as the young man talked, nodding slowly, and thinking about how many walnuts he could fit into this man's mouth against his will. He had to remind himself that such actions may cause harm, and this particular young man was a resident of the sanctuary, which meant Roach was not at all allowed to harm him... Still, one detail did peek out from the young man's words: "Look, this is kinda a bad time to play keep away"-

"Keep away. I am not familiar with the term... It is a game? One might come to the conclusion it means keeping something away from someone against said person's will... Such a thing is cruel and barbaric." His main set of hands slowly snatched up the sun glasses from the secondary set, and held them out. When the young man moved his own bandaged limb to take up the apparently stolen bruise concealing device, the insectoid limb retreated just out of his reach. "It also sounds quite enjoyable; I should like to play."

As much fun as he was having, his victim seemed somewhat aloof; he didn't want his new game to end so soon! "And perhaps there is something in it for you, should you succeed." The roach himself wondered what he might make a reward out of... He couldn't help but notice this man's lack of any sort of hat. How pathetic. How would he find a mate without any sort of dead decoration? Did he think his hair would suffice? Did red hair taste red? What did red taste like? "May I ea- Never mind, I'll wait until you sleep." The last half of that was said in a low mutter; it would be difficult to catch.

"By the way; you really ought to cover that eye of yours; it makes you look weak, and the weak around here sometimes disappear. Not sure why, but Ed over there always seems to be nearby." The Roach pointed to a ten foot man lifting weights, showing off the big mouth sunken into his gut, it's vicious teeth nervously munching on something crunchy.

Ty glared, taking a step towards the roach...thing. Usually, the young redhead would have been creeped out and would have just let him have the shades. Usually he wouldn't be caught dead a hundred feet from the thing. But Ty wasn't his usual self. This Ty wasn't going to take crap from anyone, especially not a freaking talking bug.

"Look," he said, his voice cold and bitter. "That's exactly what it means, but I told you I don't wanna play. Just gimme my--What? Dude....You can't eat my freaking sunglasses," he replied, not catching the last half of that sentence. Though that was probably for the best.

"Weak? Weak?!? Look. Weakness wouldn't last two seconds in my shoes. If you'd give me my shades, I could cover it back up." He saw his reflection in the mirror; the scowl, the black eye. He had to admit he hated what he saw. But he didn't see weakness. What he saw was about as volatile as the rest of his life, now that he thought about it.

"....Maybe it isn't weakness...." he muttered. "Battlescars don't show weakness. They show that the wearer has been through some crap and lived to tell about it." He stared down the roach, hand still reaching for the shades. "Now, are you gonna give me my shades or do I have to go find a can of Raid?" he asked harshly.

Bait. Set. Taken? Oh yes, the ginger bit like a champ. Were he bearing the proper anatomy to have a twinkle in his eyes, he very much would. Unfortunately, the closest his compound eyes could come involved a bedazzler, and wasn't at all fun for anyone involved.

"Weak? Weak?!? Look. Weakness wouldn't last two seconds in my shoes. If you'd give me my shades, I could cover it back up."

"Oh it wouldn't? You're tough, then. Good. Our kind needs to be tough. So often those trodden upon by society give way and become one with the soft, yielding ground. Oh, but look at me, going on about the mutant condition. Tell me. Do you need money?" He held the glasses just out of reach, still, moving them back more as he reached out for them. "It's such a shame to be reduced to petty thievery; especially when there are opportunities about to live... quite comfortably."

He hinted, and hinted, laid more bait, but would the young man bite? He was up a ripe age for being molded into a proper tool for the order. Most importantly, he was vulnerable; angry, and thus easy to manipulate into making decisions he might not make when level headed. Such a time was perfect for recruitment.

"That is... if you're tough enough to pursue them."

He ignored the raid comment; he got it all of the time. It was pointless to tell the young man that unless he had a gallon of the stuff, it wouldn't be enough to do the job.

Ty stopped as the giant Roach seemed to change his tune. Though at this point Ty wasn't a hundred percent sure what the bug-brain was babbling about. Tough...he had to say he liked the sound of that, though Ty didn't know if this was just his new-found intensity bleeding through. "Well obviously I'm sick of being walked on, why I've been taking out my aggression on a bag," he replied, this time with a little less attitude.

"We all need money. The difference is how we obtain it. So I obtain mine mostly through stealing. I have for six years, and it works." Ty thought a moment, chewing on his lip a little as he contemplated this. "Sounds interesting enough. But what exactly are these opportunities?" he asked, quirking a brow at the bug. Suddenly he was starting to make sense of things. Although it suddenly struck him that in his anger and his obsession to hide his black eye, he didn't need to steal shades...oh well.

"Well obviously I'm sick of being walked on, why I've been taking out my aggression on a bag." Well, he'd be damned if this little fishie didn't just hop right up into his net, no need to cast. The Roach stared at him for a moment, and then slowly nodded. "Good.... Good. I think maybe you and I may see eye to eye after all..."

A chitinous hand closed around the glasses in them, and with a light -pop!-, they disintegrated when trying to stand up to a strength far greater than a human could achieve. "There is no need to cover up your battle scars... Tell me, though, where did such a wound come from?" He opened up his hand, and the remnants of the shades sprinkled to the ground. "I hope it isn't a result of this stealing that has been working so well for you... " He chuckled at the thought, and turned, waving the boy to follow him as he headed toward the exit at a relaxed pace.

"Thievery is all well and good, don't get me wrong, but why aim so low when there are greater prizes to be won with less risk of getting caught... Of course... it all depends on what your particular talent is, but we can find uses for most." He didn't look back to see if the young man had followed... He either did, or the giant bug would be seen talking to himself; a not at all rare occurrence. "You will, of course, tell me how you could be useful, yes? What is your mutation, mister...?"

Seeing eye to eye with a roach....Well that was a first. Ty jumped a little, but otherwise didn't care when he crushed the shades."I beg to differ. At least, when it's a battle lost. I'm not trying to hide them from you or anybody else," he explained, his voice growing dark again. "I'm hiding them from me."

Against his better judgement, Ty followed the roach, shoving his hands into his pants pocket. "I don't really wanna talk about that...no it wasn't a thievery gone wrong. Just someone who ruined my life trying to weasel his way back in. Or so I thought. I was blackmailed into it, and I was this close to punching his teeth down his throat...then I was hit from behind and robbed of everything but my ID." Ty sighed, shaking his head as the roach continued.

After hearing that question, Ty figured it was one he may as well get used to. "My mutation..." he repeated. "My mutation can show me the entire life story of an object that I touch."

"I beg to differ. At least, when it's a battle lost. I'm not trying to hide them from you or anybody else, i'm hiding them from me." The Roach paused at looked back for a moment, turning, and looking him up and down. "Why would you want to hide something from yourself? Seems a little foolish, unless you're quite forgetful." He let out a short chuckle, and turned to continue.


"I don't really wanna talk about that...no it wasn't a thievery gone wrong. Just someone who ruined my life trying to weasel his way back in. Or so I thought. I was blackmailed into it, and I was this close to punching his teeth down his throat...then I was hit from behind and robbed of everything but my ID."

"Hah! Ironic, no? A theif... Mugged!" he chuckled a little further at that... Yes, he knew exactly where this man belonged when it came to the Order... One of Abyss's strong arms... He probably had some sort of combatative ability, after al-. "My mutation... My mutation can show me the entire life story of an object that I touch."

"Oh... Oh my... And to think I was going to waste you on simple extortion tasks... " He suddenly turned around in the hallway, pointing toward a door. "This way. We'll go this way instead. Follow, now! And tell me more about your unique gift!" The possibilities swam about in his mind... To think, this man could spy on events he wasn't even around for! His bugs couldn't hope to produce the same results...

Lucky for young mister Fisher, spy work for Lenna paid way, way better than extorting from the local human shops and renters.

"By the way... My name is Gregory Samson... Most people call me Roach... Not quite sure why... And you are?"

"Just something about looking in a mirror and being reminded of what he did to me. Every time I see it it takes a chunk out of what's left of my pride." Okay, for some reason, talking to a roach seemed to help a little. What the hell?

"Yeah, a thief, mugged. Frickin' hilarious," Ty remarked sarcastically, following as the roach seemed excited about Ty's 'gift.' "Well, if I touch something, there's a good chance I'll see everywhere it's been. Sure it can be a headache sometimes--literally, but it has its advantages. I touch something, everything that object's ever 'seen' flashes before my eyes. My name? Ty Fisher. " I wonder why they call you Roach... he thought sarcastically.

"Bah, Pride is a waste of time, anyway, my boy. Success and power come to those who take it, not those who think they should have it. Of course, knowing the right people, and having the right talents helps as well..." He dropped down to all sixes for a second as he rounded a corner at a quick skitter, peeking around it for a moment, and then muttering to himself quietly.

"Other way."


He turned and skittered past Ty, waving for him to follow, and continue speaking.
"Well, if I touch something, there's a good chance I'll see everywhere it's been. Sure it can be a headache sometimes--literally, but it has its advantages. I touch something, everything that object's ever 'seen' flashes before my eyes."

"Yes... Yes I can see how such a skill would come in handy. Where you listening when I said knowing the right people helps? It was just a moment ago, after all. I'll assume you did... Well, it just so happens you've just met the right people... The real question is... Do you have the right talents..."

He paused as he located what he was looking for. "Aha!" The Roach skittered up to an old, overused looking emergency fire alarm. "Touch it... Tell me what you see."

What he was hoping for was the image of a young man, maybe 14-15 years of age, pulling the alarm while snickering to himself... He would have smoke coming from his mouth and ears; any streetwise person might guess him to be a pyromancer.

Ty followed, listening as Roach continued to speak. At one point he had to wonder how a bug could love to talk so freaking much. But hey at least this was rather interesting. Suddenly the bug doubled back and skittered past him, on all sixes, which...okay that was kind of creepy.

A fire alarm? Really? At least I haven't touched anything today. This would be liable to knock my butt out. He pulled the tape off of his left hand, then reached out and touched the fire alarm with his bare palm. And...nothing. Of course. So he pulled back and did it again. Nothing.

"Wait...relax..." He whispered to himself, closing his eyes and steadying his breathing. He pushed all of his aggravation, all of his pain, and all bad feelings aside for the time being, focusing on happy thoughts like Tses and Butterfly. Then, he reached out and touched the red box again.

~The fire alarm was rather old, and had seen more than its fair share of use. Sometimes in emergency, but more often than not it was just for fun. Every fire, every prank, everyone who so much as walked by it and sneezed flashed before Ty's mental eye. Some more than he wanted to see.~

When he came to, his head was throbbing. The thing was so old, it had Ty reeling. So, he pulled out his aspirin, popped four instead of the usual two. "Okay...I saw so much...People love pulling this damn thing, I'll tell ya that. Most of it seemed to be from the same guy. Maybe 15ish...smoke pouring from his ears. Oh, and at some point somebody streaked down this way...that's an image I wish I could have removed from my brain," he muttered, leaning against the wall to rest.

All he did was observe in silence as Mr. Fisher went through the paces with his power. First, he reached out, and... nothing happened. Hm. Maybe he would be useless after all... Well, it was probably about time to dispose of him for knowing too much, then. He reached into his shell to grab a pez dispenser from it; he'd sharpened it into a shiv, because it was hilarious, and sometimes he wanted a pez.

But then he tried again, and... something happened. His head tiled and his antennae spiked in exquisite curiosity.

"Okay...I saw so much...People love pulling this damn thing, I'll tell ya that. Most of it seemed to be from the same guy. Maybe 15ish...smoke pouring from his ears. Oh, and at some point somebody streaked down this way...that's an image I wish I could have removed from my brain."

The bolded bit peaked his attention, and his mandibles clicked audibly a few times.

"Excellent... Truly remarkable work, my lad." He nodded slowly, seemingly lost in thought. He was rough around the edges, but such an ability would prove incredibly invaluable.... Yes... He would be perfect with some training.

"I like you for the job I have in mind, which is good for you, because it shall be quite profitable... Also, there's that thing behind you, you can't miss it. Grab it please."

He pointed at a spot on the wall behind Ty, and then pulled a paper weight from his shell, and waited for him to turn, reaching around to smack he paper weight into the back of the younger gentleman's head.

It wouldn't be hard enough to cause permanent damage, but considering his considerable strength, it would definitely put him out cold if it connected correctly.

Were that the case, Ty would awaken blindfolded. As soon as he stirred, the blindfold would be pulled from his eyes to reveal a small room with no windows, a few chairs(one of which Fisher was currently seated in), a small podium, and a red symbol painted on the wall.

"It's not much, Mr. Fisher, I know, but it serves its purpose... I hope I didn't give you permanent brain damage with that little knock, sometimes I don't know my own strength... It was necessary, though; You see, you are the first other than myself to set foot in this room in quite a long time. In my mind, it's become a sort of... Hallowed ground, if you will. I'm sorry... You must have a lot of questions about the present situation... Ask away. To tell the truth, I've done what we are about to do about as many times as you. "

Obediently, the redhead turned to get the object Roach had specified. The next thing Ty knew, his headache got alot worse for a second. And then, everything went dark as the thief landed in a crumpled heap on the floor.

Later, Ty didn't know how much later; maybe minutes, maybe hours, the young man began to stir. As he did so, a blindfold was pulled off of his eyes. God...his head was killing him, between the paperweight and his own powers. He surveyed the room. It was simple, though creepy. It made the boy question what the hell he was getting himself into.

"I actually do have alot of questions..." he said rather weakly. "But because my head feels like it's about to explode, I'll keep it quick and simple. Where are we? What are we about to do? And what the hell did you hit me for? Jesus my head already hurt..."