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Bart Ramirez

"How about we sit down and talk about it?"

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a character in “Deep 17: Contingency”, as played by Aramay

Description

ID: PP-036

Registered Name: Bart Jorge Ramirez (Nightquill)

Gender: Male

Height: 5'2"

Weight: 150

Age: 32

Physical Characteristics: Black hair, brown eyes and a stocky build indicative of not being fond of simple paper pushing office jobs. Though he wouldn't be considered exceedingly muscular. Several scars are hidden under his uniform that appear to have been earned from breaking up fights and living a very active lifestyle.

Behavioral Characteristics: Bart is sort of like the prison guard that will socialize with and crack jokes to inmates while being less likely to be shanked in the back when he isn't looking. He is not afraid to speak with anyone, human or inhuman alike. Preferring to lift up the mood in a room, he is not afraid to "ooze" out pleasantries. He would be the person to go to if someone were to be having a bad day. Or a subject is struggling and/or being unusually resistant. Most of the time he can be found chatting someone's ear off. Teasing aimed towards him only seems to cause temporary and mild agitation and tends to redirect or combat it with humor. The only time he will ever act serious is if someone is injured or their life is at risk.

Abnormalities: From his forehead and cheekbones, all the way down his back and tail, including the tops of his arms and sides of his legs, run many strong interlocking scales which look very similar to a pangolin and quill tips like that of a porcupine which mostly lay flat on his body. Bart can use these armored scales more defensively by curling himself up and using the tail to further protect his head and face. This armor weighs around 15-20 lbs. which accounts for why Bart weighs more than he looks. His fingernails and toenails are harder and take on slightly more claw-like characteristics but are not very sharp, he notes that: "I won't need to worry about getting another back scratcher." As another protective feature. These scales can be raised and lowered both reflexively and through conscious will. Raising them will cause the quills which are mostly hidden, tucked away underneath the scales, to protrude and appear to almost grow past the short scales by at least several inches. They work much like how quills normally would; detaching if someone or some thing decides to get too close with them splayed, and having sharp barbs to make them difficult to remove. One key hidden feature that has proven to be even more useful than the multiple layers of protection that it gives is the fact that the quills produce a sedative effect through a substance stored within the hollow center. Several quills can cause a mild to moderate sedating effect. While being hit with between ten or more will induce a much stronger reaction and can cause the recipient to lose consciousness similarly to how a tranquilizer would work. No long term side effects have been observed thus far.

Containment Protocol: With his entire back protected, he is however completely exposed over the frontal portion of his body. No more exposed than the average human. Regardless, his range of movement is greatly limited when his defenses are up with his scales raised and quills fully extended. Running would require that he temporarily expose his front before he can attempt to escape any dangerous situations. He isn't afraid to grapple with a subject and use his weight to pin them down but it is best if he were to remain as a support or backup for other guards rather than employing offensive measures. Quills and more importantly scales, can be shed and will grow back in a short amount of time. However if they are grabbed and somehow forcefully removed, will cause immediate pain and leave behind a small wound. Requiring a greater amount of time for the wound to heal and the scales and/or quills replace themselves. His clothes require some modification as he would otherwise poke holes in and tear up the back of the outfit fabric. Any guard uniforms that he is provided would have to be heavily tailored at the back and requiring several straps that can be pulled between the scales and quills to properly secure it.

Subject Overview: Bart grew up having to work for much of his life since he could remember. His family wasn't exceptionally poor. It was the expensive medical bills that were accumulated due to his mother's wavering health. He learned to adapt to the demanding jobs that he took through his humor, and developed a penchant for speaking openly with others since the only time he had to socialize was while he was working or at school. Though he would end up skipping school to try to take up odd jobs to help support his family. Due to his over willingness to take any job that he could get a hold of, he would often run into trouble. People have tried to rob him or back out on paying for any work that he had done for him. Somehow he would manage to talk his way out of it or survive the encounter with survivable injuries. Still, this did not deter him from taking those risks.

One day the job he decided to take was at a facility. He managed to find his way into becoming a test subject in the underground labs. His skin itched terribly. His head hurt and his back ached for days on end. Until small spines and scales eventually pierced through his skin and caused anything from clothes and blankets to just about anything else that could be snagged to stick to his arms and back like velcro. Once the changes finally began to settle, Bart also began to grow fascinated with the modifications. Coupled with steady meals and plenty of guards and doctors to converse with, he also became curious. Eventually he was allowed more freedoms and the facility personnel who weren't assigned to him would stop to talk to him when they passed by his cell or during their breaks.

However it wasn't until he happened to protect some of those very personnel from an escaped and very aggressive subject that he found his new found set of abilities to be best utilized for. He shyly admitted while nervously laughing that it sort of made him feel like a super hero. Eventually it was recognized that Mr. Ramirez had become very cooperative since his first arrival. And that several events proved that he was more than willing to aid with protecting the safety of both subjects and facility personnel equally. It wasn't much longer after that, that he was put on payroll. With the money going to his family despite him not being able to see them. And some of his freedom regained through working as a guard there.

So begins...

Bart Ramirez's Story

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On the 10th floor...

The sound of heavy boots stomp down with equally heavy plodding on the hallway floor. He walked passed each room without so much as a glance in. There wasn't much of a need to with him. Ramirez could tell who was where and knew whether or not they were supposed to be where they were since he would hear a, "Hey Bart", "Ey", or some other sound resembling a greeting of some sort that didn't necessarily require any vocalizations. When things got sketchy, he could resolve most of them on his own. It wasn't the same with him as it was with many of the other average Joe s. He didn't have to grab a taser or tranquilizer gun. His defensive weapon was his empathy that he shared with the subjects. Granted, it didn't always win them over to happily accept a needle again just because he happened to know how they felt. However it did prove useful enough to stall them until backup arrived. This didn't make the job easier for him. More over it made him remind himself as to why he did it. At least the majority of the ones in most of the levels, both subject and normal, developed a preference to seeing or dealing with him.

As depressing as it all still seemed to be, he would laugh it off or play it down. It wasn't everyday that someone like him would upgrade from a cell to a comfortable bed and a steady paycheck. So it was rather common for him to hear another guard, doctor or subject inquire with similar questions. Yet sometimes still, he would have to ask himself some of the same questions. How did he end up where he is now? How does he feel about it? How long will this last? Something was bound to change. Inevitably he would find ways to answer theirs but put off his own answers. For some reason thinking about it just made him all the more tired by the end of his shift. Which was happening right now. Making him rub his eyes and yawn while he waited for the elevator up.

One of the few rules that were still instated over him was that he wasn't allowed topside. Well it wasn't completely out of the question. Just that it would require the proper approved attire. He couldn't go alone and would need to be accompanied. Not to mention the implications with his family.

For the moment. He was more interested in heading up to the upper floors to his room. But before that, he was curious about whether one of his co-workers snuck in a couple of beers like he said he would. Or at least hinted out. Bart couldn't be too sure. What he was sure of was that if he couldn't leave this place, he certainly couldn't go to a bar. And there are rules about alcohol on the premises. The elevator doors close behind him. He pushes the desired button and waits for the lift to jitter to life before slowly bringing him to his next destination. That is until the elevator goes pitch black as it abruptly stops short of its goal. He shifts his stance and looks about the blindingly dark elevator, half expecting for the lights to go back on. That is until a couple of minutes agonizingly tick by. "Ahhhhhhhuuuuuuugh-fine. I get it. It would have been nice if this was after-actually never mind, I need the over time....do they even give overtime?" He carries on with himself before finally taking out his smaller clip light to adhere to one of his breast pockets and digs his hardened nails into the seams of the door.

Just as he begins to make some progress with inching open the door he hears his radio jar his ears with a flurry of messages from other guards. Turns out he wasn't the only one running into a bit of trouble. He waits for as long as he can to find a pause in the chatter. Once he sees that there is no end in sight he finally and hesitantly butts in his own message to the disjointed conversations. "Not to add to our to do list but, uhhhhh, can someone around floor 6 or 7 come help me with the elevator doors? Kinda stuck between floors I think and I'd prefer to not be cut in half if I try doing this alone."

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With the  confusing  cacophony of both the panicking radio chatter, and the flashing red lights of the emergency backup power coming online.  The whole situation felt sudden.  Just moments ago Domingo was spraying cans of cheap shaving cream into someone's locker.  Now it's sounds like the facility is being torn from the inside out.  Domingo frantically reaches into his pocket before pulling out a pair ear bud  headphones.  Singling out the right ear bud he stretches the cord and uses his teeth to sever the selected cord.  Plugging in the ear buds into the headphone jack of his radio.  Domingo can focus in on all the chatter that is now crowding the frequency.  All in the while keeping one ear open so he can listen for anyone or anything that may be coming his direction.

"Sh@*" Domingo said quietly so his own voice wouldn't drown out the incoming messages being feed to his left ear.  As he listen in to all the income and outgoing chatter.  It became very clear that the lower levels have gone completely out of control.  Domingo remembered that there have been instance where a large number of guards were called in to reinforce the lower levels due to accidental containment breaches.  Something in his gut tells him that this wasn't another random breach.  "This was plan."  Domingo muttered to himself as he realizes what may be in store for him when he goes down to the lower levels.  Domingo takes a deep breath, lowers his head, and starts to silently chant, "Not today" three times before rising his head with a gleam of determination in his green eyes.  He looks at his current equipment.  One flashlight, one baton, one tranquilizer pistol with 2 pistol magazine of darts 15 in total including loaded tranq gun, and one high voltage tazer.  His current assortment of defensive tools was fine against low risk threats but considering what is being held in the lower levels.  Domingo is horribly under prepared for whats going on below.  As thoughts of himself being mutated beginning to creep into his head. A single message stood out from the all the other frantic calls for help. A fellow officer was trap in the elevator near Domingo's location.  The voice was male and judging by the tone, he was young and bit of a green-horn.  Still it was mentioned earlier to not be alone. Domingo grabbed his radio to message back to the trap security personal.  "This is Domingo, I'm closest to the trapped  S.O. near floor 6. Once he out we'll make our way down." Still with the radio in his hand.  Domingo hurries to the nearest elevator.

Moving closer to the elevator door.  A small opening indicated that Domingo was going to the correct elevator.  Using the small inch wide opening Domingo grabbed his baton, and wedge it in between the elevator doors and began to pry it open.  "I gotcha I gotcha." Domingo said as the doors finally open.  Looking down into the elevator carriage he saw A stocky officer looking back up at him.  Domingo put back his baton and greeted the man.  "Name is Domingo and I suggest you use the emergency exit." He motions with his thumb going up.

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To hear that someone wasn't currently racing to get the facility up and running, but instead was coming to his aid was a bit of a relief. It wasn't like he was worried that he was going to be left stranded on his own in the elevator after establishing good rapport with them. The more help they could get the better. Right? The thing was. He didn't really recognize the voice coming from this particular individual and he now spends his time not only working at opening the doors but trying to put a face to the voice. Neither of which he could get himself to achieve for some reason. Was there really someone on the payroll that he didn't know? He had been adamant about getting to know everyone, as it became his objective to recognize rogue experiments from guards. It occurred to him when he realized that quite a few of his co-workers didn't bother to get familiar with each other. To figure out whether that guard or doctor walking by was just going about their route or looking for a way to escape. They more often than not, didn't seem to bother with much more than a glance.

Heavy footsteps instantly let him know that not only was something coming. That they were also a guard with the weight of those boots hitting the floor. He immediately jumped back and caught himself before he fell on his ass against the elevator floor when a baton was abruptly wedged through the opening that he had just made. "Aye! Watch where you put that thing! Not even a drink or a date first." Looking back up he would see his fellow guard, Domingo staring down at him. "You might want to be careful. Power comes back on and you'll be lucky if you make it out with half a brain leftover." He looks up at the hatch and makes a noise uncannily similar to one of recognition of a previously lost memory. Reaching the hatch itself would have been impossible if it were not for the mandatory hand bars that were required to be installed in all half decent elevators. Better yet the top half of the bars were flat, allowing him to get a better footing while he attempted to push up on the hatch.

He wasn't concerned about the lack of strength to move the hatch. It was the size of the hatch and whether he would fit through that concerned him. He had to wiggle himself up through the opening and have to clear enough of his body in order to sit himself down on top of the dusty elevator. Somehow bits of trash managed to find its way onto the top as well. Papers, fast food drink containers containing the remnants of long evaporated and de-carbonated sludge still coating the inside of it. "Ramirez." He would finally speak out once he could see that the exit was in front of him. For a moment he stopped and looked up into the pitch black elevator shaft. Uncertain if he had heard something or if it was just him making the noise and it was echoing through the shaft.

Shaking himself slightly, he brushes himself off and heads towards the exit, through the outer elevator doors. That is when the lights flicker and the elevator begins to move. At the same time the doors begin to close. Not wanting to be trapped on top of the elevator as well he tries to slide himself sideways through the doors. Just as they close on him, the hiccup in power went back to the previous blackout, and the elevator stops moving. Effectively pinning him vertically between the doors. "Aaaaaahhh-little help here. Maybe." At the same time his hands are already trying to wedge against one of the doors to push it back open and re-free himself.

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Zeke perks up upon hearing that he can sound like other people. The gears turn in his head, and leans in to Arcee with a grin and slowly backs away. He leans up against the keypad, with card in hand.

"You don't say, those are some pretty interesting talents you have there." He steps away from it, and points at it. "Oh hey, very convenient too, considering that since the lockdown vocal recognition has been activated. Think you can fool it?"

He holds the card out for Arcee to see, particularly the person's face printed on it. He scratches the back of his head nervously, trying to put on his best show possible and holding back his urges to wreck the place like a raving lunatic. Afterall, that is plan B, plan A results in a lesser likelihood to end back in his cell with a massive headache.

"Hulson mixed his key up with mine and now we are both in a mess." He says, trying his best not to break in his tone. "And hey, you helping me officially deputizes you, I mean, that is how that Genesis subject, the other one that shapeshifts, the one that turns into other people, ended up in security... as damn creepy as that is."

He begins to hear something else going on from the open elevator door. Yelling, somebody in one of the elevators seems stuck and something else, he could hear metal scratching and groaning as something seems to be making its way up the hard way. It progressing at a pretty decent pace, banging against each door trying to find one it can get through. It stops its search, it knows it has clearly two options now. Zeke slowly looks over seeing streams of a greenish glow in the deep dark abyss.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" His conscience at this point starts to nag him, and on the opposite side his instincts of self-preservation putting him in a psychological tug-of-war. He takes the keycard and throws it to Arcee in hopes he'll know what to do and leans out getting his footing on the top of the elevator and looking out to see the adjacent elevator. "Hey, you! Better hurry it up because one of the nastier freaks is coming on fast!

The setting changes from floors-6-10 to Deep 17

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Cool, something he could do. Arcee grinned, somewhat devilishly. "Is that a challenge?" He teased, walking forward. "Because I want a pack of tea when I win. Fruit tea."

Arcee hummed as he looked at the card, studying it's features. He recognised that face, somewhat. One of the weirder guards who he never saw experiments as people, but Arcee had heard him talking before, a deep bass that sounded surprisingly pleasant. He didn't know whether he could replicate it since he'd only heard it once, but he might as well try, right?

"Yeah, I think I can do it," He smiled, trying to remember what the man's voice had felt like. Slightly bitter dark chocolate that ran smoothly in a fondue, or a baritone that sounded like a tuba in an orchestra? Then what the guard said caught his ears and Arcee came to a halt. "Wait, GNS-088 is in security?!" His voice sounded surprised, like he didn't believe his ears. "Whoa," he said, trying to wrap his mind around it. No, it was just way too weird. "Yeah, that's just plain weird. I guess - huh? What's that?"

Arcee frowned at the sound, closing his eyes to concentrate better. He tried to decipher it as the guard walked over to the elevator to find it. A person shouting, some kind of loud clanking like metal being clawed at -

The guard cursed, and Arcee heard more than saw a card being tossed his way. Opening his eyes, he fumbled but caught the card with both hands as the guard started yelling about something coming. Someone was trapped in the elevator and something nasty was coming up it, apparently. Arcee felt his stomach drop at the thought of the guard dying. That'd be terrible! What if it was one of those nice people who guarded the place or another experiment? Arcee wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he wasn't fast enough to save them.

"Got it!" Arcee dashed towards the pad, sliding the card in place the moment he got there. There was someone down there, and Arcee didn't want anyone to die if he could help it.

"Yellow alert in effect, voice confirmation required."

"Hold on," Arcee said, and this time instead of a clear tenor that sounded calming it was a smooth baritone, like dark chocolate flowing down in a slow, sticky stream.

"Voice is of Mikeal Derry, Status: Guard 1432. Access denied. Yellow alert in effect, voice confirmation required."

Arcee immediately adjusted his voice, and when he said "I'll be quick." his voice was deeper and rounder, like he'd been about to sing.

"Voice is of Gerald Hulson, Status: Guard 2310. Access accepted."

Arcee grinned, and the power went on.

The setting changes from deep-17 to Floors 6-10

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Thinking that he might have been a bit over zealous when trying to pry the elevator doors open, but it did get the job done.  Domingo would occasionally glance between the elevator cart and the dark red hallway.  The increasing number of panic radio messages is starting to creep under his skin. Looking back into the elevator cart he notice that the trapped guard is having some trouble getting through the emergency hatch.  Domingo didn't notice the guards size at first glance, due to the low dark light.  He was surprise to actually see this guy squeeze through a seemingly small hole.  Once again Domingo looks down the hall making sure that nothing is trying sneak up from behind.  Concentrating between the radio chatter, and the shadows creating hallucinations.  What took him away from his vigilant watch?  Was the guard saying his name, "Ramirez."

"Are you serious?"  Domingo saying to himself under his breath.  Out of all the employees that can be trapped, it had to be the one that got hazed.  He thought to himself as the irony began to sink in.  Domingo wouldn't have ever guess he would come face to face with this guy.  The work environment is so busy  and departmental.  It's rare to see the "Egg heads" talk with anyone not in a lab jacket unless it's absolutely necessary.  Even between the Security staff there is a clique mentality.  Still Domingo's task at the moment is to get Ramirez out and race down to the lower floors to support the "elites."  He steps closer to the door to assist  Ramirez as he  appears to be ready to jump across.  Ignoring the Code Yellow radio messages Domingo watches as Ramirez attempts the seemingly easy jump.  Both Domingo and Ramirez shared a befuddled look as the building's main power briefly comes back on line, to catch Ramirez in the elevator doors. Within an instance the power reverts to the back up emergency generator.  "That seriously just happen."  Domingo said in disbelief to what just occurred in front of his eyes.  He blinks a couple of time before he goes to Ramirez 's aid.  Worried that the some  engineer might get the power back while his coworker is still stuck.  "Might as well get all your bad luck out the way huh." Domingo said pulling out his baton once more.  Trying to pry the doors open once again.  He could hear a faint echo coming up from the bottom of the elevator shaft.  It's was difficult to make out but it sounded like a warning.  That something nasty is trying to make its way up to the higher levels.  Before Domingo can answer back down the bleak dark shaft.  The elevator doors open up letting Ramirez stumble free and closing immediately after.  Domingo looks over to his new partner finally noticing that Ramirez is really no ordinary guard.  "Arn't you supposed to be a subject?"

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He could hear something draw closer and ever closer to him. His mind began to reel as he began to squirm a little more intensely this time with the help of Domingo trying to pry the elevator for him to get through. "Bad luck my ass." He grunts as he inches himself forward. "S'all chalked up. To bad. Communication." He stood by his words. All the chatter that crackled between their coms and he could swear that he heard more and more of the subjects were getting loose. With not much explanation on where it all began except for a vague explanation about the 'lower levels' with the best trained gearing up and heading down below. Leaving the rest of the guards like themselves to realize that they neither had enough training for this level of panic, nor did they have the man power still up on the upper levels to be able to group up and SAFELY ensure that even the less irritable patients who were out of their rooms to be returned back to them without incident. It wasn't difficult to follow protocol. Group up and put the corresponding person with the corresponding room. However this was affecting multiple levels at once and involved multiple floors of subjects.

Ramirez belly flops onto the floor once the doors finally open up faster than he can react in a manner other than trying to shove himself through. He takes a deep breath before coughing a couple of times, rolling to his back, thanks to the floor knocking the air out of him. "I don't want to think about who thought it was a good idea to play in the elevator shaft." Then he heard Domingo's confusion over his role. He sits up and puts his forearms on his knees. Shaking for a moment due to the chills still running through him and causing his scales to click against each other. Then stares at the other guard blankly for a few seconds. "...Really?" As though he just watched someone ding his parked car and then accusing him of crashing into them. "That's why I kept telling them we need group meetings. Nobody knows who anybody is-I could have been tazed and dragged back downstairs till someone says 'Oops, my bad. Don' worry he's with us! Hey sorry bout that I thought he knew.' Meanwhile I'm picking sleepy darts out of my ass-trying to be polite, 'No is okay I should have given him a heads up and told him I got my guard card is right here.' Its not like our lives might depend on it." He raises his hand to silently ask for assistance with getting to his feet.

He is already looking around himself to get his bearings again but his talking doesn't appear to skip a beat. "You're lucky I'm not pretending to be a guard and if I was, I wouldn't be talking to you right now. Just-" He reaches back behind his neck to carefully release a small quill from its nestled position and brings it forward to make a slow dart throwing motion towards Domingo while clicking his tongue. "-boom. Down you go. Night night. Now are we just going to stand here like a couple turkeys or get some upgrades to our utility belts?"

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Domingo watched the freed Bart ramble on about nonsensical issues that seem to trouble the former patient.    During his rant Domingo remembered a rumor about a few obedient patients becoming part of the Security staff he must be one of them.  Now that Domingo can see Bart relatively more clearly.  He now recalls see this large security guard from time to time.  Never though he would be station up in the higher floors.  Considering he mentioned possessing an ability to either shoot quill needles laced with some kind of natural tranquilizer, or he just frills up like a big porcupine.  However one thing is for certain, Bart doesn't shut up.  Domingo begins to contemplating if it was a stroke of bad luck to be paired by fate to such a noisy partner.  Regradless Bart maybe that slight edge Domingo needs when facing the situation that is taking place below.

Domingo is standing and waiting with his arms crossed for Bart to finish ranting.  He hopes that his new partners venting his fustrations will clear his mind and help him focus on the task at hand.  Thankfully Bart did manage to wrap his head around the situation, asking about properly arming ourselves.  "You caught  on quick.  Alright we need to go to Armory on the lower floor to get some suitable weapons and ammunition."  Domingo starts to walk towards the stairs, he motions his hand signaling Bart to follow him.  "Hopefully considering the circumstances the gentleman running the gun locker doesn't give us any guff about taking more than is needed.  Do you follow?  Bart."

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The raccoon did not exactly desire to become a hairy bowling ball, but Kaijmera didn't leave her many options. Flying through the air and protected from injury only by Alver's shields she instead hit the ground with a roll until she comes into impact with a wall. She then lays on her back with her feet up in the air, her tail flopped down over her face. The hallway was spinning before her, and by extension, Bas'met's vision through her eyes.

The voice of Bas'met casually pops through the collar communicator. "Well that was... unexpected." Skitters twitches trying to regain equilibrium. She eventually rolls back to her feet and regains some balance. She watches as Alver checks the pulses of the guards he had flung into. She tilts her head and follows shortly after as he goes towards Kaijmera and begins to scold her for tossing him. She lowers her head and reaches out tugging at Alver's leg.

"Do you plan to treat all obstacles in life so tenderheartedly?" Bas'met asks Alver, a legitimately curious tone to her voice. Skitters looks up with fully dilated eyes, the 8 shaped pupils, a deep black abyss can be seen in it. "Just, what does it mean to you to have power?"

Floor 6


A black claw covered in sickly red glowing markings emerges from the broken elevator. From it flows what appears to be a hazey mist, like it were a creature of the shadows itself. A pair of orange glowing eyes stares out at Bart and Domingo, a blank expression in them. It grips the side of the elevator door and pushes it open, the metal being etched away by whatever this thing is made of.

"L..ght..? W..r..?" It cracks in an ethereal voice. It continues to advance towards them. "Wh.r..?!" Its voice escalating into desperation.