NOTHING LIKE ORIGAMI / typhoon capture

[Stryker]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ — Watching as the female fumbled around in confusion, the lion let out a satisfied huff. She remembered nothing. He considered it a 'tabula rasa'. A blank slate. With proper nurturing and care, Stryker believed he could make the female somehow unconsciously regret her decisions but also better herself as a person through torture. Simply, he was a nurturer. Now if only this could succeed...

Mental manipulation aimed to breach Goldenluxury's head again, attempting to signal her head to turn towards him and her eyes to make contact with his own. He wanted the attention. He wanted to see the fear in her eyes. He wanted to feel empowerment. Once her eyes reached his, a crooked smirk met his lips and Stryker leaned in close, his face growing inches of her own. "Come on, Blondie," came his cocky remark. Would she register Blondie as her name or would she remember Goldenluxury? Maybe the close synonym would make her synapses fire and cause a connection? Who knew. As of right now, the male did not know the extent to his hypnosis yet. The result interested him. "Chin up. We're about to have some fun."

Sigaraki caused him to pull back, neon eyes falling upon his groupmate. "I prefer actions over words, but do as you please," he offered back bluntly. The purpose of the experiment was to reform Goldenluxury after all. It couldn't solely lie on his influence. While he was the independent variable of the situation, there had to be other unexpected confounding variables. It just happened to be this.

His eyes caught onto Cosette. To him, she seemed rather disinterested in the situation. Whether it was out of boredom or concern, Stryker did not know. "She killed one of our own." Either way, he needed to specify why Goldenluxury was in this situation. Meaningless captures were not his thing.