Ymni Corp. - London HQ [Neo]

"Now aren't you a simply marvelous specimen?" A voice cackled, walking on a wall behind Guy was a man who wore a rather fancy all black suit, appearing English as he had short blonde-red stubble and a fading head of hair. Walking all the down the wall, he stepped onto the ground and stood up-right, examining Guy; "Guy Ymnikin. I've heard much about you." His eyes narrowed.

"A fan of guns and war? I run the business." Vladimir chuckled softly, "My organization is what lays at the roots of the term Warfare, you may have heard of it, the organization known as CIPHRA?" Vladimir fixed his tie with closed eyes, "Actually, the reason I appear before you now was because of that very same subject--I've seen what you and your Corporation is capable of, and I've acknowledged myself with what potential you possess. Therefore I want to make a business proposition."

Vladimir laughed some, "Because I've nothing to fear from you." He closed his eyes, smirking, "So you are in disbelief that I am who I say I am, are you?" He opened one eye, not appearing one bit intimidated by the gun in his face, "What sort of proof will you require for me to convince you otherwise?"

"I could you show you my true form--the true form of CIPHRA's leader." He offered.

"Fair enough." Vladimir closed his eyes, sliding his left sleeve up he went and removed the unusual brace of red color, removing it and tucking it into the pocket of his suit jacket. He began to slowly open his eyes as he face became distorted. His shape changing as he spread his arms out and let out a laugh as his body became its true form.

"Feel honored to gaze upon this form, for those who normally see it are not blessed to retain their lives."

Abrella stepped forward once, stroking his 'chin' with a hand, "You're an interesting one to speak so surely of such things." He remarked, closing his three eyes as he walked past Guy. "I have extended my hand to you most generously to offer a position in my Group. I have stated that you may continue operations with your own organization as you desire, I would even back-you with resources from CIPHRA. All I am looking for, is an ally." He told Guy.

"...Oh how I detest revealing so much so openly. Very well." Abrella sighed seeming annoyed. He closed his eyes again as he pressed a button on his belt, an eerie tune began to emit from it, echoing across the air as nearby electronics became distorted only slightly. The tune ringing out for about a minute before coming to a cease.

There was silence after that; Abrella staring at both Guy and Athena without a word--until they began to appear. Some of the Inhumanoids in which CIPHRA used to spread terror across the world had begun to flock to Abrella, a Golden Bat, a Silver Turtle, Carmine Ant, and several other different types of Inhumanoids had begun to appear around Abrella.

"Oh and word of advice: As charming as it is to be threatened by such a primitive being and your allurious little assistant--I should remind you that I've had three of my own eying you from different points." He chuckled darkly, "Silver. Blue." He called out as matching robots aside from differing colors of Silver and Blue jumped in front of Abrella. Raising their weapons of staff and whip respectively in a defensive manner to keep Guy and Athena separated from Abrella.

"The Mechanical Inhumanoids. The Mass-Produced Hakaider Units. And..." Abrella extended two fingers, holding a black envelope between them before throwing it at Guy's feet. The envelope bore the insignia of CIPHRA upon it. "...my personal calling card."