BIO- Research room.
Bloodrager stood by one wall at first, observing closely what Dr. Octopus was doing, attending to his every word. His head turned emotionlessly to regard the arms slithering around him, then back to look at Otto's face, then follow what he was doing.
The red man met Otto's gaze, his own white irises on otherwise normal whites seemingly unmoved by the directness of the stare.
"Yes. In this world, I am 6 units, much reducing from the 87 units I inhabiting in my own, Dr. Otto Octavius. This unit is designated Sword of Cup. Codename: Bloodrager. In my adventuring party, his function is the barbarian, Russian, and cleric." Was there a tinge of sadness, of regret when he said the designation? Perhaps, but if so it vanished almost immediately.