LOTUS Part One: A Space Colony RP

"Nothing all too dangerous." Manhattan spoke as they neared a nearly empty room save for a few pipes overhead. "Just don't get involved with certain activities and use them."

Emar wasn't sure where to go next aboard the ship. He knew there were three ships located there in open space. Inter traveling had never interested him. He wondered if he could find more like him, then brushed off that thought. He would probably do better without them than with. America was a wide enough ship, so surely he could entertain himself for the time being. He was wrong, and found himself confused as he passed people. What the hell was he supposed to do now? Become a space explorer or something.

If he had emotions, he would have probably sighed in some sort of frustration. This was entirely boring. Solitude in general. More suffocating than fun than what he envisioned. He wanted to laugh at the super weapon he was supposed to be. He passed another window of swirling empty space. Like a wire that has been cut, Emar snapped, punching through the glass with superhuman strength.

"This is complete bull." He mutter afterwards, brushing past any surprised onlookers. What was existence if you were meant to be alone, feared and hated? One thing troubled him. What was his existence supposed to amount to?

Emar stopped upon the hall, staring aimlessly. He felt lost, swallowed into a sea of wonder. He turned towards the broken window, ignoring the chatter, then glanced at the door to his quarters. He wasn't tired, he couldn't feel it. He swept into the room, heading towards his favorite selection of cloaks. A pale colored one. He grasped the fabric, not able to feel how it felt. Madness, complete and utter madness! The door slid shut behind him, locking him into a room of darkness.

He wanted to remain in here forever. Escape from the voices that blurred outside his room filled with laughter. He glanced at the chemicals. A broad strike, an they smashed into the wall, breaking. Pulling the cloak on, Emar sat in silence, peering into the air. He said nothing, for there was nothing. The chemicals dripped down the wall, a replica of what he once heard was called a human tear.

"Welcome to insanity."

He took a look around the room and spotting the bed walked over and lade down. (Ok surveillance sweep.) he let out a thin tendril of bacteria, no thicker than a strand of hair. He then swept it over every surface in the room...

"Huh? I- Oh, you're trying to be useless, that's what you mean. Yeah, that figures," she scoffed.

"No denial. Guess I'm right. So... what now? I don't see anything to train with or anything. How am I even supposed to train to do stuff we know nothing about?"
I wonder if this is where he lives. He seems like he wouldn't furnish the place or anything, so it's plausible. No one else would live here and leave it like this, but I guess being a LOTUS enables some crazy stuff.

"No. There's no instruction manual or anything. Not unless there's supposed to be a physical booklet. I've got info on the specs, like what I showed you. I'm also loaded up with plenty of programs. Lots of niche stuff too, like a VR shooting range simulation. But nothing telling me how to pop a gun out of my arm or anything." Kyrie looks at her arms and asks "Is it just supposed to be like moving a muscle?"

Emar stood up from his chair, moving towards his door. His hood was still on, and he prepared the mysterious look it have him. He needed out, and immediately.
He opened his door, and stepped out. It was time to search for some fellows. Even if he didn't want to.

"We rest." Manhattan spoke before sitting down.

"My home."