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Ben's outside in the cold. If only because it keeps him away from being assaulted by the scents within the Bar. He doesn't like that. Not one bit. So he's out in the cold and staring up at the sky. One minute he's there and the next minute he blurs and is up in a tree watching the surroundings below him. He's also looking out for any strange scents that might be about as well. He's just being cautious that way.

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"They, who?"

"Manticore." He states simply. If it weren't for them he'd be dead. Hell... they were part of the reason he'd died before hand.

"A manticore? In my world it is a beast with a human face, body of a lion, and the tail of a scorpion..."

"No." He states making a slight face. "Manticore. It's a place."

"A nasty place, if the name has any relation with the creature."

"They made me." He states simply. "None of us are human." Not fully anyways.

"You are a golem of some sort?" Brow rises, and she wanders over.

And he blurs and ends up a bit aways so she isn't too close, he's a bit cautious because of what happened back home. "Don't know what that is. Made in a lab. Have feline DNA in me. Like the rest of the Transgenics."

"Yeah, a golem... some crazy wizards build hybrids and such..."

"Not a golem. No wizards." He states shaking his head. "X5 series. Born and bred super soldier."

"Six and a half dozen. The idea is the same, mix and match to make better soldiers, servants, toys and so on."

"No. Not the same." Her logic is lost on him. A golem was nowhere near the same as a Transgenic. Nor was Manticore like her so called wizards.

"Whats the difference? The method? You were created, crafted, cooked, mixed, poured into a mold, or whatever... they made you for a reason, and I guess it was not to 'enjoy yourself'." A smirk...

"Everything is different." And the subject needed to be changed. He was broken enough as it was. But no, she was wrong. Everything was different. Because they weren't cooked or mixed or any of that.

"It is that important to you, the method they used? More important than why they did it?"

"Don't like them. But know thats not how. That its different." He shakes his head and those hazel eyes watch her even as he sits down on the cold ground.

Ravin paces a bit, watching him with her red eyes, snakelike pupils...

And in turn he watches her. Those eyes make him think of Mole and some of the other transgenics. But he sits in silence and just watches her.

"I'm Ravin. Lichvell."

"X5-493." He states before making a slight face at himself. "Ben." He corrects especially since he didn't like being called by a number.

"Ben." Guessing what the number is for. "I grew up among monsters and demons."

The number is also on the barcode on the back of his neck but that's covered up. "Were they evil?"

"Yes, without exception."

"Ordinaries didn't like Transgenics or Familiars." Ben states with a shrug. "Tried to kill us after the Pulse hit. That is if we exposed ourselves anyways."

"Normal humans would gladly kill me, if they could."