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Heh so that's who has been following him. I just spent some time looking over "her" profile. Quill seems like she can be a bit feisty. I think that Cypher could handle that pretty well.

At first Cypher, seemed distressed as the small figured approached his hiding spot. He could feel the heat of his forehead warming up as an anxious sweat began to emerge from his pores. In his chest his heart pounded madly. Repulsive memories from his capture flashed before his eyes. Even in the quiet Forest, he could almost hear the sound of sirens in the distance. He desperately shook his head to chase away the growing nightmare. By the time he cleared his mind, the "doe" was before him.

Run...I must... Run. was the first thought that ran through Cypher's head. It was all he had known: if someone gets too near, run or be put behind bars. However, he had already accepted the consequences for his past actions. There was a reason the AoM had sent him here and it was time to find out more about this world, and perhaps experience a life he had never known. Yet deep within his soul, he could feel the conflicting feelings begin to battle for dominance of his mind. He had to push thoughts aside. He had to silence the voice that tormented him.

After hesitating, he stepped out from his tree disguise. He tipped his fedora in the "doe's" direction, "Evening."

.... Needless to say he was a man of few words...

Cypher gave an embarrassing chuckle. He had been a thief for sometime in his younger years but not even the greatest thief could hide in broad daylight in the middle of the woods. Though, he knew he could have done better, but why admit it?

"My dear, have you not heard? The greatest place to hide is right under one's nose!" He stood straight and tall while puffing his chest out with pride in his makeshift lie. His vest glistened in the setting sun.

"Ah. Allow me to introduce myself. The name is Cypher and may I say, you have an intoxicating laugh."

Another chuckle escaped from his tight lips. This time though it was of amusement as he strutted around, "Why thank you, Miss Quill. If you cannot tell it would be very ungentlemanly to refer to you in such a lowly manner as to refer to you as 'you' or 'red little thing'. "

Cypher rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. He had been sitting still for awhile observing the pair of stags who had been having a quiet conversation. It felt good to stand and walk again. Typically though he preferred to be on his own. The voice was telling him to be alone. It begged for him to lash out at the uninvited guest, to chase her away for a criminal did not deserve company or comfort. But that is who he was. Not who he is. Though the rebellious, unpredictable nature still ran through his veins and dwelled within his subconscious. A part of him was afraid the voice would take over again but for now, it seemed as if he was in control.

And he was not about to let fear rule him.

"If you do not mind me saying, your eyes are twinkling with a lovely delight."

His eyes widen a bit from shock. It seemed as if he had underestimated the attitude that would be bind to such a small deer. Quill had a sense of spunk to her which was something Cypher found to be charming in a strange way. He could not help but somewhat admire the fearlessness she held within her.

"Pardon me then. And I am afraid that I will need to disappoint you, dear, for I am not 'mister' myself. I am quite the opposite really... More of a bastard or a sonvabitch. Those are the name I am more acquainted to." There was no shame in his voice as he grinned with pleasure. It was almost as if the words held no offense to him which is no surprise. He had heard so many call him either or the names and at times both. Shop owners, neighbors, the police... All refereed to him with a vulgar manner but it was the life style he had grown accustom to.

But perhaps speaking so nastily would be the wrong idea for an introduction, "Entertaining, you say? Well that is certainly one thing I would not dub myself, but if it brings such a sweet smile to your pretty little face than so be it. I shall be entertaining till the day I die."

The happiness that lingered over Quill seemed like it was refreshing to her. Perhaps something has been troubling her...? Cypher silently wondered to himself. A sliver of him wanted to ask. It must have been the tiny bit of normality that was buried somewhere deep down in his soul. A piece of normality that he did not even know existed upon the twisted thoughts and sickened feelings that typically made up his personality.

But the voice won the battle. He choose to keep quiet for he needed to keep some distance. At least the voice was granting him permission to escape its clutch for the time being, allowing him to speak to Quill. It would be wrong of him to not obey the voice. After all, he needed to thank the voice. So he kept his personal thoughts to himself to please the voice.

The small doe pranced around him. Her petite body weaved around his thin legs as he towered over her. What is she doing? Cypher pondered as his eyes followed her swift movements. Is this "play"? Tilting his confused head to the side, he studied her. Playtime was something he never knew. The only memories of his fawnhood that he can remember were dark nightmares that he fought back and his moments of survival. The desperation that began with the need to steal food to live that eventually turned into the desire to steal all he could for thrill. The nonsense that came from running around, jumping, and dancing were foreign concepts to him.

Suddenly, a glow of light flashed around him. His eye mask disappeared and was replaced with a colorfully decorated mask. For a second, his heart stopped. Did Quill see his real face...? Did she catch a glimpse of the real him...? He prayed that she did not as the masks changed. He relaxed when he realized that she did not notice anything. With a sigh of relief, he approached closer. He was still new to the ways of magic in the Forest but the only way to learn more about it was through experimentation. Eating plants gave the residents temporary unique powers that changed the appearance of others around them. [i]It could be a powerful tool one day.[i]

Cypher began to chase after her as his curiosity lead him, "A strange stag lives a strange life. Tis how my life has always been but nowadays I cannot imagine a normal life. After all, we live in such a mythical place that can steal away one's identity with a simple flick of another's antlers."

He examined the mushrooms growing on the side of the tree's bark. They were a dark red, brownish color. A color that he had never seen before. Lifting his head, he took a bite of the mushrooms and cast a spell on Quill. As he watched her own appearance change before his eyes, he grinned but there was something about the way he smirked. Something that an onlooker could consider menacing.

Cypher could sense the distress that rose from Quill. He shook the smirk away in an attempt to hide it, "Why yes, my dear, I am just fine."

With a leap, he was at her side. The concept of "play" was still new to him but for her sake, he would give it a chance. However, he knew no games or even truly knew how fun felt. The deer here did not gamble or fight or drink. They only ran about like crazed animals which was something that he had never done, "So tell me... How does one spend their time here in this place?"



1. I did add some details to his biography about him if he were a human, but there is a lot that can be added.

2. I might not be in the Forest tonight. I have a bit of a MMO addiction and just recently purchased Rift. Today's a new patch. So... I'm so tempted to play it to see all the new things.

Strange spell casting, mindless running and jumping, resting, sparring... Cypher mentally wrote the list down in his mind. At one point or another he would need to report back to AoM headquarters. Though he still was unsure as to why they had sent him here - of all places - to perform an investigation. Magic was clearly in use and was used frequently in the open. The residents of the Forest seemed to have no fear of using possible witchcraft publicly. Strange spell casting, mindless running and jumping, resting, sparring...

He grinned again, but this time from pleasure, "Sparring you say? That could be interesting. Though I lack the funds for a proper bid..." His blue eyes looked to the side as he briefly remember a boxing match he attended a few years ago. The thrill and excitement that hung in the fair as the two heavy weights went at each other had made him ecstatic. The adrenaline lead him to place a hefty bet upon which he lost. The night ended with him bloodied and bruised on the street corner after a brawl from his newly found debt. That was a night he would surely not forget but its warning did not keep him out from betting.

He shook his head as he began to stride around in a circle around her. Even with being trained to spy on others, he could not help but feel antsy once in awhile, "Did you say mother? Quill, I am not the type of stag you want to take home to Mommy."



Rift is alright. I was enjoying myself until a huge world event occurred. These giant rifts (hence the game's name) opened up all over the land and a bunch of enemies ranging from 5 levels below me and 5 levels above me appeared. I kept dying, so I stopped. Sadly though I need to go to sleep soon. It's almost 2am where I live and I have work in the morning.

No valuables? Goddamn it... Secretly he was disappointed by this realization. Thievery was an addiction that had never left his blood. For as long as he could remember, the need to steal always lingered within his mind. He could recall his early years where food was his only target but as he got older, he began to be drawn to more expensive material items. He knew how to pick a lock and was a master at pickpocketing, but what good could these skills do in world where nothing meant anything?

Cypher had glanced over his shoulder to see Quill resting in the grass. Typically his first reaction would have been to take it as an opportunity to dash away but he had grown to enjoy the company of another. It was a feeling that was both alluring and frightening. He was not the type to let others near him but the doe seemed to share a piece of his twisted way of life. He did not feel threatened by her and decided to join her in the cool grass. The voice seemed to have begun to rest. It granted a more time of peace but he could not help but wonder how long the peace would last.

"Can't say I have," he replied as he tucked his long legs beneath his body. "But I assure you. I am not the type you want to be mixed in with."

A smirk embraced Cypher's lips at Quill's words. His eyes glazed over for a brief second as if something else possessed him. Within a blink of an eye the look on his face was gone and his expression turned to normal. "Yes... Paradise...", in a villainous tone. He took more mental notes regarding the Endless Forest for his report.

His ears flickered as he thought he heard the faint sound of something in the distance. Since his employment with the AoM, he had undergone training to notice unnatural phenomenons that may occur. This new training mixed with his observant personality worked well together. He seemed strangely on edge for an unknown reason. He gazed around but noticed nothing. It was too strong of a presence to shrug off but he decided to drop his guard with no threat in sight.

Electricity shot through his body as his muscles grew tense. His ears twitched as his mind raced. The voice was trying to speak again. It was aroused by the growing anxiousness in the air. It was trying to take his mind back again. Normally he would give in and allow the voice to have full control but after his meeting with Quill, he piece of him wanted to resist. Silently, the fight began again within his mind. His mind began to split. His vision began to blur with the pain that sprung up through his body.

Quickly, he jumped to his feet and pranced a few feet away from her. He shook his head furiously from side to side trying to silent the voice. "Gaaaah...." he moaned to himself as his heart rate increased. Closing his eyes tightly, he tried to steady his breathing. His breaths became short and sharp. His chest caved in with each gasp of air. His body was stiff as he hunched over gagging. The voice kept screaming at him but he managed to push it back. At least for now...

A cold sweat dripped down his neck as he shook his whole body. He still felt numb and weak, but at least he was in control. A mixture of fear and anger swirled in his eyes as he gazed behind him towards Quill, "It's... Nothing..."

That feeling.... That feeling of flesh upon flesh. Fur tangling with fur. The feeling of another's body pressing against his caused Cypher to stiffen more. It was a bizarre emotion that spawned from so many opposing emotions clashing together. Curiosity... Fear... Anger... and another feeling that was foreign to him. The feeling of longing?

Quill's touch was unexpected. He could feel the voice's fury run cold through his veins. The voice told him that physical contact was forbidden and wrong. All the contact he experienced in his life was painful. The only time he felt another deer touch him was in fights. He was use to the sharp pain of antlers digging into his hide or the feeling of heavy hooves smashing down into his skin; but the tender feeling of a doe was something he never felt. It both bothered him and in some way comforted him.

This is wrong... he thought quietly to himself. His eyes had dulled again from exhaustion from his panic attack. Still shaking from the shot of adrenaline, he looked down at Quill who was now standing beside him. He was not sure of what to say. The voice was telling him to leave. It was telling him to run but something else inside of him told him to stay.

"I... I..." frozen in place by his own thoughts, Cypher stumbled over words. He was finding it to be difficult to keep his chivalry. "I need a drink."

"No gin? No whiskey? Vodka? Damn it..." Cypher mumbled to himself as he looked away from Quill. He was desperately trying to avoid her gaze. It seemed as of his panic attack had startled her, which honestly did not surprise him. It came without warning but that is how they always were. Not even he knew when they were about to occur. The voice is the one who knows when they will happen for the voice is the one who commands them. It is how the voice keeps its rule over Cypher's mind and it seemed to have wanted to remind him of his place.

With a few deep breaths, he collected his thoughts and calmed himself down. Embarrassment wiped across his face before fading to his typical cryptic appearance, "Sure, whatever you've got I'll take... Lead the way, my good lady, but I ensure that I will cover the bill."

"Ain't no bill, Cyph. 'member what I said about no money? 'sides, I don't need men to buy drinks for me. I've always had enough to cover it myself, dear. Company's all I ask." Quill executed a mock bow, eyes shining. With a small leap, she took off running, only pausing when she got to the stream that Mother cried. Pausing to study it, Quill leaped down into the small pool beneath the constant streams from the Idol.
When she was fairly sure he'd caught up, she spoke from below.
"Come on down. Hope ya aren't afraid to get wet, eh? Might cool ya off after yer moment." Quill seemed hardly bothered now, intent on helping instead. Lowering her small head, she took a long drink from the cold pool.

"A modern day doe I see," Cypher sarcastically replied as he stumbled along behind her. His strength was beginning to return but slowly. Each step required concentration to perform or he ran the risk of falling over. His body was light but swayed side to side as he trotted over the uneven earth. Inside his head the voice was screaming profoundly. It ordered him to stop this nonsense and to retreat to seclusion, but he ignored it. In return for his disobedience, he would have to face a serve punishment though it occurred sooner than he hoped. His inner beast thrashed about in his mind. It scratched at his skull while snarling like a rabid dog chewing away at his brain.

Wincing occasionally, he tried to hide the pain to not worry Quill. For a reason unbeknown to him, he felt the need to protect her from the truth. The voice was not pleased with his choice. He continued to ignore it.

Water babbled in the distance as if it were whispering to the near by trees. A cool summer breeze answered back. A sweet serenade sang around them but all Cypher could focus on was the maddening whispers within his own head, destroying any chance a peace that the scene could have brought. He saw the flash of red from Quill's pelt disappear into the creek below. Her voice called out to him, luring him down a path to a temporary sanctuary. Once at the water's edge, he began to undress. His vest was quite expensive; there was no reason to ruin it. Lowering his head, he unbuttoned it and tossed it onto a near by branch. He tugged his tie off and rested it beside the vest. All that remained was his long-sleeved shirt and the fedora upon his head. Carefully, he slid down the slope into the creek. The dip felt refreshing upon his body, but his head still pounded.

"I do not believe that I have had poppy," Cypher spoke softly as he sat down, allowing the water to rush over his tensed muscles. "Or mushrooms. Or any of the cuisine here for that matter."



Shi, I saw Eiros in the Forest the other day. Cypher actually observed Soona and Eiros but did not want to interfere with their beautiful interaction. But I do feel bad for not spending time with him.

Oddly, the water was very soothing. The soreness in his shoulders disappeared. Cypher rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. A sigh of relieve escaped him as he regained feeling in his limbs. While leisuring, he caught a glimpse of Quill cuddling to the stone. His rose his left eye brow in confusion at the sight. And they thought I was the mentally unstable one.

His eyes followed her movements as she picked the poppies for him. As he watched her, a strange feeling clinched around his stomach. What is this...? His eyes darted from side to side behind his mask as he fell into deep thought. Concern... Friendliness... Kindness... My God... Why doesn't she realize I don't deserve this? His thoughts were disturbed by a suddenly splash beside him. He looked over to see her sitting at his side with poppies in her mouth; her own mind seemed to have been twisted within her own inner conflicts.

Another gut wrenching emotion struck him. A feeling that caused him to avoid her gaze as he accepted her gift. This.... This isn't meant to happen. Shaking the thoughts away, he gathered the courage to look at her again.

"Perhaps some time we will need to spend some time taste testing."

The brightly colored poppies floated slowly down the stream before dispersing out into the lake. The water sparkled in the light, creating a lovely glow to the world around it. Cypher watched the flowers disappear and then turned back towards Quill.

The doe was resting calmly beside a large humanoid stone. His eyes looked up and down, studying the stone. A luring aurora illuminated from it as it stared down at the pair with hollow soulless eyes. Two waterfalls ran down the smoothed face as if they were tears.

Anxiety ran over him. Cypher pulled his ears back flat against his scalp as he returned the statue's gaze. He could not help but wonder if it was judging him. And if it was... Oh the things it would see and learn about him.



It was easy to hide his true nature from another, but from a spirit that acted like the voice? He knew he could not keep his black heart a secret.

"Mother...?" he asked with a gulp as his eyes locked with Quill's. "I thought I mentioned that it would not be a good idea to introduce me to her. After all... We have yet to have a first date." His last sentence was a pathetic, wary attempt at a joke to avoid causing tension.

It seemed is his attempt at humor had failed. It was no surprise to him. Being around others was something he had never had done. He never had aid on his heists. To him, company just got in the way. It caused unnecessary attention when trying to be discreet. The only social skills he contained were ones designed for wild bars, casinos, and his more recent annoyance with other AoM agents before being sent out onto the field. Awkwardness was something he did not know how to handle.

He noticed Quill's wince. Obviously, he had given off the wrong impression. If living in this world was as difficult as it had been thus far, then a relationship was truly the last thing he'd need. After all, he could not keep his charade up forever. And the voice surely would not approve.

"Well then, it seems as if I have overstepped my stay," he rose to his feet. His pelt dampened by the water sparkled in the light as if his fur was coated with a diamond glaze. With a great leap, he jumped to the shore line and walked towards his belongings. "I apologize, milady, for any upsetting thoughts you might have endured." He glanced up at the stone before returning his gaze back to Quill. Politely he tipped his hat her way in attempt to make admen.

As Quill shuffled about going on with her explanation, Cypher could not help but become confused. He heard her words but they seemed to fly through him like moths around a light. Blindly fluttering about without direction before heading straight to their deaths. Love...? What's "love"? Such a foreign word to him. The sound of the word burned. It greatly angered the voice, that much he knew.

"I... you... What?" stun-founded he stood before her with pure confusion on his face.

Cypher's expression remained the same, though this time his head cocked to the side. To him a "date" was nothing more than leading another on to obtain enough trust to get the information he needed, and then disappear into the night. He had used cheesy pick-up lines he learned from his beloved noir films and his charming look aided him greatly with his goals, but he never put thought into it meaning more. He knew the term meant other things in the world outside of his but this was the first time it ever really showed itself.

"No no... I understand that just perfectly. I rest assure you," he stepped out into the sunlight to begin drying himself as their conversation continued. "Tis a shame though that a pretty little thing like you has eyes of another way, but to each their own I say." It felt right to say but he knew it was the wrong thing to say. Inside of his mind, he could hear the voice laughing with amusement at his failures. It savored the taste of his newly found emotional torture for even in his state of great confusion, a sliver of disappointment had buried itself within him. The voice was pleased greatly by this. It would not let him forget.

At this point, he was unsure of where he wanted to lead the conversation. Clearly his lack of exactly socializing skills had failed; killing any enjoyment with their conversation. Stretching, he could feel the water lifting from his pelt. The warmth felt good after the refreshing bath. Now if only the rest of the day would feel as fine as the sunshine.

As he watch Quill rise to her feet, he noticed a scar beneath her mask. His eyes narrowed as he tried to examine it without being more awkward. Blinking, he broke his concentration on it and returned back to her eyes.

His body stiffened slightly at the feel of her soft body leaning against his. Physical contact was still something he would have to get use to. ...I was afraid I was gonna lose you... her words echoed in his head. ...No, I wouldn' want that... His cynical side seeped through has a quick smirk flashed at the thought. No, it was never his intention to hurt her but the voice liked knowing weakness. Knowing how to manipulate another was a bit of a hobby of the voice's. However, as it chuckled in delight at the new knowledge, a second much quieter voice pleaded with it. Please... No... Not her...

Cypher stood straight, somewhat pushing Quill off of him. But why...? Fear? Yes, he recognized it as fear but what was it that he was so afraid of? Was he afraid of her knowing the truth he hide? Was he afraid of conviction again? Or was he afraid of losing her as well...?

All these new thoughts and emotions hit him like a ton of bricks. He somewhat stumbled to the side as he lowered his head to gather his thoughts. Why do I care...? he asked himself as he lifted his head again to look back at her. She seemed to not have fully noticed his "moment" for she was still bouncing around and talking a mile a minute. He kept watching her as he pushed his thoughts to the side. It was too much to think about at the moment; and he knew it would lead to another mental war. For now, it was best to avoid it.

"I have seen a few places," quickly he said as he tried to keep up with her pace of speaking. "While investigating the land, I had gone pass a few leisure locations, but I have not spent time at any of them. So please, my dear, lead the way."

The flash of red stood out against the vivid green background of the Forest. Cypher watched as Quill eagerly began towards two sun bleached statues off in the distance. Her steps were quick for such a small doe, carrying her in a hurray away. He took a moment to grab his vest from the branch where he had hung it. His pelt and shirt were still moist but what choice did he have? He would look foolish carrying a vest and tie on his antlers; he could not carry both in his mouth. Instead he throw the vest over his back and placed his front legs through the sleeves. Buttoning it would take away more time that he really had. Quill was already out of ear range. Her voice had trailed off with her speech; he needed to catch up. He grabbed his tie and held it tightly in his teeth. The silk fabric was not a delicious taste. He winced in disgust as it touched his tongue, but there was no other way for him to hold it.

With a leap, he jumped across the creek with his eyes somewhat fixed on the crying statue that overlooked the waterfront. The voice seemed to hiss at it, like a cat warning off danger. As he stared into the black voided eyes, he continued to feel a great sense of judgment over him. For a second he could have sworn that the idol's tears flowed heavier. Could it have been mourning for him...?

He stumbled to the ground on the opposite side. The pressure from landing on solid soil distracted him from his concerned thoughts as he returned to look at the direction that Quill had gone in. She was hard to see in the distance. With her size, he could easily loose her in the forest floor. He caught up her with the his vest flapping in the wind as he dashed away from the stream. His tie fluttering between his breaths.

Cypher slowed his pace as he approached the hill. Quill continued to give a small speech as she began towards them in front him. His eyes followed the trail before her to the statues, where he met their gazes. The twin statues stood majestically in the sunlight as they guarded the Forest. Their stone bodies were strong and showed signs of their ancient age. The bright white color they had once been faded with the sun. The rough stone had smoothed from centuries of beatings from cold rain. Their eyes were soulless but Cypher could sense a god-like presence within them. The voice grew more angry. Its hissing grew louder in his head and it began to growl.Crap... They know, don't they?

The statues seemed to be scorning him. He knew for a fact that they were judging him but he figured that was their job. He could feel a foreign entity making its way into his soul, tearing each individual layer of him apart and examining every fiber of his existence. The voice howled in madness as it tried to fight off the entity like it was a virus threatening to infect him with a deadly disease. The inner turmoil made him sick. His stomach turned and the pounding in his head returned, but he choose to hide it. He knew that this was a feeling he would have to learn with, just as he had learned to live in correspondence to the voice. What had infected his mind quickly left. He felt a great sense of anger and disappointment lingering in the air as the statues began to frown down upon him.

Gulping, he took a step backwards, "Yes, quite lovely..." His eyes showed a grave distress as he began to tie his tie around his neck."Religion, eh? I do not blame you for choosing not to."

Religion's never been my kinda thing. Too binding, y'know

Cypher chuckled at her comment, "You are speaking to the choir, love." It was difficult to live a life as a criminal if one worshiped gods that taught righteousness and believed in strict discipline for stepping out of line. He knew for a fact that the moment he did accept a religion, he would be condemned to hell within seconds. His early missions with the Agency of Mystery showed him the truth behind cults. He refused to live as a lifeless zombie, following satanic commends. So he choose to live a life in the present and only believed in pleasing the voice.

Now partly dressed, he began to button his vest to complete his look, "A bad time? Never. A gentleman can always look his best even in the worst of times." Using his teeth, he fed the plastic button through the slip on the other side. The vest was secure around his slender chest and the tie was now ducked in. Shaking his head, he straightened his fedora. Standing tall and with his head tilted, he struck a pose while looking over at her. Yet despite his welcoming look, a mischievous sparkle glittered in his eyes.

I'll show yew the Ruins next...Unless yer the skittish type?

Another chuckle escaped him. This time he stepped to his side to expose his left leg to her. Around his upper leg, a red band was wrapped tightly. AoM was embroidered into the red material, though he was certain that Quill did not know what it meant. Oh if only she had any idea of the things he had seen during his employment as an operative. The succubi had had avoided, the siren calls he had learned to ignore, the ghosts and demons he had encountered almost daily, and the vampires... He shivered at the thought. He hated the vampires... Nonetheless, skittish was a trait he did not possess.

"Skittish? Not at all."

Quill's laughter was of pure happiness. At first, it confused him. He had never heard such a sound before. Laughter to him was normally short and quiet. It came in the forms of quick menacing chuckles or the giggles of girls who fell for his charm. The voice was not happy to hear the sound, but Cypher did not seem to mind. He continued to ignore the voices groans as he preceded with Quill.

The speak of ghosts excited him. Perhaps this was why the AoM sent him to the Forest. Perhaps it was his mission to investigate the mysterious hidden within the woods. He always enjoyed interacting with ghosts. Breaking the truth to them about being deceased and seeing the unsettling disappointment in their eyes fed his masochistic hunger. It was why he had no objections to signing his life over to the AoM.

"Sounds interesting..." Cypher's head lowered as his eyes narrowed. His lips curled beneath the shadow that his fedora cast on his face. By this time, Quill had already darted in front of him. He rolled his shoulders to prepare for the run, and then darted after her.



Also, last night when watching Doctor Who, I came across a character that perfectly displays Cypher's cynical look. It was in the episode The Family of Blood. So, just as a reference to anyone, whenever I talk about Cypher's "typical" look, I'm referring to an expression similar to the guy on the far left in the suit. He's suppose to always have an uncomfortable, threatening look to him but it's only the expression that they share. Cypher physically looks different.