Setting
High containment protocol, subjects held here are considered highly dangerous to themselves or others, either by behavior or the nature of their power. While not necessarily vicious, what they are or are made of leaves them as an unsettling uncertainty.
Floors 11-14
High containment protocol, subjects held here are considered highly dangerous to themselves or others, either by behavior or the nature of their power. While not necessarily vicious, what they are or are made of leaves them as an unsettling uncertainty.
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Floors 11-14 is a part of 
Deep 17.
Still creeping along cell, after cell, Zeke continues to blindly follow the strange raccoon. His cloudy mind is slowly putting things together as the medication begins to lose effect. He was released from his cell by what is seeming less and less like a hallucination. Hallucinations cannot open doors, therefor it must be a dream. However hitting the floor sure hurt like it was real so he must be awake. That would mean... would mean... this is real? And the eyes of the creature, so nostalgic. So... as he tries to drowsily put everything together he sees that the raccoon has stopped at a cell door. He slowly raises his head and reads the subject number.
"GNS-088..." He mutters as he begins to go into tunnel vision, but it is not the drugs this time. He watches as the raccoon starts climbing the door with the keycard in its lower set of front legs. The sound of classical can be heard, muffled, from inside. Then a stirring can be heard, the music stops, replaced by something pressing up against the windowless reinforced and airtight cell door.
"Good girl, Skitters, and you've made a friend as well, extravagant!" Speaks a strange yet eloquent female voice from within the cell. "Mister Ezekiel, we have much to catch up on."
Ezekiel begins to back away from the cell, sluggishly, his body feels heavy. Memories of excruciating pain begin to flood back, worse than any experiment that had been conducted on his body, no, it was more like his soul itself was on the dissection table. As the cell opens, a pair of violet eyes, only almost human meet with his, pupils within them an S shape that quickly dilates into an 8. He falls backwards, shaking himself some from his daze and mustering enough strength to burn through his jacket. Blue fire spurts forth causing the raccoon to recoil and hide behind the figure, but they begin walking forward.
"Ezekiel..." The voice beckons, Zeke grits his teeth, fight or flight, and he's chosen the former.
"You ain't getting in my head again you monster!" As the figure gets in range he lunges at her, his hand ablaze with blue fire. He feels, if he lands just one blow he may have a chance, he may have... may... he's stopped in place. "What..?"
Wrapped in a series of tendrils, his arms and legs are completely restricted, and regardless of any attempt to struggle, the grip it has is much stronger. And then as he looks forward, all he sees now is eyes staring back.
"I'll make everything better." She says in a soft tone, but it still feels... inhuman. "Just take care of father, okay?"
Before he could make another attempt to get free, he feels an impact upon the back of his head and begins to black out. He can vaguely hear as his hearing fails one last thing other than the clash of his body against the metal floor. The creature's voice muttering something.
"...sorry..."
Moments later he awakens with his head feeling... something. A blank expression on his face, his skin pale and breathing shallow. And there's something in his hand. The keycard. He slowly gets up and begins heading towards the elevator, at this point he didn't care about much else, he just wanted to go up and out of here. He needed no other reason than to get as far away from her as possible. A chime plays as he swipes the keycard over the scanner and he gets in, pressing the button for the surface floor. On its way up the lights in the elevator turn red and the elevator stops, a shriek from deep in the shaft echoes through sending him into a frenzy, clawing at the door, prying it open with all his strength and crawling into the nearest floor. He stops to take a breather. He starts to chuckle softly to himself, running his hand across some carpeting realizing he's on one of the moderate risk floors, floor 8.
"Yeah... YEAH... YEAH!" He chants, trying to build himself up. "Suck it, statistics, I'm out of here."
He gets up, dusts himself off, walks over to the stairwell entrance triumphantly and runs the keycard over the door.
"Yellow alert in effect, voice confirmation required."
"Uh..."
"Voice is of Ezekiel, Status: Aethera Subject Gamma. Access denied."
Defeated by that evil invention known as "technology" he slumps onto the floor.
"Why has fate conspired against me so tragically...?"
"GNS-088..." He mutters as he begins to go into tunnel vision, but it is not the drugs this time. He watches as the raccoon starts climbing the door with the keycard in its lower set of front legs. The sound of classical can be heard, muffled, from inside. Then a stirring can be heard, the music stops, replaced by something pressing up against the windowless reinforced and airtight cell door.
"Good girl, Skitters, and you've made a friend as well, extravagant!" Speaks a strange yet eloquent female voice from within the cell. "Mister Ezekiel, we have much to catch up on."
Ezekiel begins to back away from the cell, sluggishly, his body feels heavy. Memories of excruciating pain begin to flood back, worse than any experiment that had been conducted on his body, no, it was more like his soul itself was on the dissection table. As the cell opens, a pair of violet eyes, only almost human meet with his, pupils within them an S shape that quickly dilates into an 8. He falls backwards, shaking himself some from his daze and mustering enough strength to burn through his jacket. Blue fire spurts forth causing the raccoon to recoil and hide behind the figure, but they begin walking forward.
"Ezekiel..." The voice beckons, Zeke grits his teeth, fight or flight, and he's chosen the former.
"You ain't getting in my head again you monster!" As the figure gets in range he lunges at her, his hand ablaze with blue fire. He feels, if he lands just one blow he may have a chance, he may have... may... he's stopped in place. "What..?"
Wrapped in a series of tendrils, his arms and legs are completely restricted, and regardless of any attempt to struggle, the grip it has is much stronger. And then as he looks forward, all he sees now is eyes staring back.
"I'll make everything better." She says in a soft tone, but it still feels... inhuman. "Just take care of father, okay?"
Before he could make another attempt to get free, he feels an impact upon the back of his head and begins to black out. He can vaguely hear as his hearing fails one last thing other than the clash of his body against the metal floor. The creature's voice muttering something.
"...sorry..."
Moments later he awakens with his head feeling... something. A blank expression on his face, his skin pale and breathing shallow. And there's something in his hand. The keycard. He slowly gets up and begins heading towards the elevator, at this point he didn't care about much else, he just wanted to go up and out of here. He needed no other reason than to get as far away from her as possible. A chime plays as he swipes the keycard over the scanner and he gets in, pressing the button for the surface floor. On its way up the lights in the elevator turn red and the elevator stops, a shriek from deep in the shaft echoes through sending him into a frenzy, clawing at the door, prying it open with all his strength and crawling into the nearest floor. He stops to take a breather. He starts to chuckle softly to himself, running his hand across some carpeting realizing he's on one of the moderate risk floors, floor 8.
"Yeah... YEAH... YEAH!" He chants, trying to build himself up. "Suck it, statistics, I'm out of here."
He gets up, dusts himself off, walks over to the stairwell entrance triumphantly and runs the keycard over the door.
"Yellow alert in effect, voice confirmation required."
"Uh..."
"Voice is of Ezekiel, Status: Aethera Subject Gamma. Access denied."
Defeated by that evil invention known as "technology" he slumps onto the floor.
"Why has fate conspired against me so tragically...?"
"Säg mig igen." Comes a feminine voice from within an occupied cell. "Remind me why I cannot gå ut."
The electric crackling of an intercom sparks to life. "In English please. I thought you said these sessions where helping you." Responded the male voice to the cell's occupant. The voice belonged to the doctor who was assigned to regularly gauge and ease any unnecessary tension. To prevent avoidable security risks.
Kaijmera grumbles under her breath. "Vad en åsna."
After a pause from the doctor over the intercom. "These conversations are recorded. I could just, go get them translated."
The woman sits up from her bed and pushes a chair backwards towards the com so that she can sit right in front of it. "Vad jag sade innebär att du är en åsna." She responds again, tilting her head this time. "Låt mig översätta för dig...Let me translate for you. I called you an ass...and I want out." Kai then looks up to the small black bubble installed in one of the top corners of the room. Holding up a finger. "Du ljuger. You lie..." She lifts a second finger. "Du gör falska löften. You make false promises." A third finger uncurls from the palm of her hand. "Du säger att du kommer att fixa vad som är fel. You have not fixed me." Her hand then swats at the air in a dismissive yet frustrated manner. "Varför ska jag bry sig? There is no point. Ingenting kommer av detta."
Although he could not speak Swedish. There was enough English for him to decipher what she didn't translate for him. "What's made you change your mind? Why would you say that now?"
With one motion she stands up and shoves over the chair. "Du sa! You said! Things will get better in time! I tid! Time has come and gone and no change! Ingenting! Just more guards and heavier bars! Inga fler nålar! Jag är trött på dina spel!" Her face reddens with anger.
"...did you already forget?" A response finally came once the room went quiet again. "How many people have you already hurt?"
Kai's piercing eyes go between the camera and the intercom as if contemplating which one to punch first.
"I don't mean the first time you had an episode. What about during one, no, several. Of your check ups? They weren't there just to make you feel uncomfortable. Almost every time they tried to get a blood sample. Or the time after that? When you said you wanted to 'socialize' more....why do you think we can no longer do these sessions face to face? We don't do this just to torment you." A heavy pause fills the room before the doctor speaks again. "...do you really not remember?" The resuming pause only helped answer his question. "We have footage. If you don't believe me."
She visibly flinches at the last sentence looking physically pained by his words.
"The only person who is keeping you from getting help is yourself. You can trick yourself into thinking you're the victim. We have evidence that states otherwise. But you can't even handle the idea of looking at yourself, can you? Who is really stopping you? I'd tell you to look in a mirror, but you can't seem to do that either can you."
"Nej!" Kai protests, covering her ears and continues to liberally state her opinion on the matter. "Nej nej nej nej! Du har fel! Du lögnare!" She wrenches her hands down. Clenching and un-clenching them at her sides. The joints in in her wrists pop and each movement of her fingers produces a gristling sound. A look of pain and discomfort grows to wash over her face. From under her softening fingernails, sharpened and curved claws began to protrude. For a second she coils back her arm to jam it into the com.
"Kaijmera! What do you think will happen if you keep acting out like this?! Who will be left to help you? Do you really like being drugged all the time that much?!" The doctor finally seems to lose the calm tone to his voice.
She remains coiled to strike, looking again at the camera. Silence fills the room again. Her other arm then slowly raises with the palm faced towards herself. The claws that were originally intended for the wall mounted tech, then pressed down onto her wrist and forearm. Her anger turned towards determination.
"...Kaij. Kaij." He repeatedly tries to get the distraught woman to speak again. Each time he calls her name it's with a greater hint of panic. Until he sees her through the camera, quickly rake those sharp claws down the entire length of the underside of her forearm. "Kaij!"
Instantly she yelps out in pain; curling herself over the newly self-inflicted injury and stumble back. The blood that quickly began to trickle down, leaving a trail on the floor not only meant that she was not just faking it. But that the medicine currently in her system was no longer enough to keep her calm enough to work with.
The doctor couldn't get to her cell fast enough with how quickly his feet moved. He grabbed the nearest security personnel that he could find with a tranquilizer at the ready. The barrel of the gun pushes through the food port and the guard looks into the room through the window on the door. Jaijmera sits, crumpled over against the foot of the bed. Not taking any chances, he hits her in the side with a tranq dart. Making sure she doesn't react to the jab, before a key card is pulled out to unlock the door to the room. The doctor is first to rush in, medical gloves on and some rubber medical tubing to form a tourniquet around her arm to stop the bleeding. "Help me get her up!" The doctor yells to the guard. However the guard seems to be more concerned with keeping himself planted in the doorway with the gun still at the ready. "....she is injured! AND you tranquilized her! She was probably unconscious before that! Look!" He pulls out a small pocket light and opens one of her eyes to shine the light over it to show her lack of reaction. Her pupils remain dim and glazed over. "You can't fake that!"
As soon as the guard steps inside, the lights suddenly go out. The only illumination coming from the light shining into one of her eyes. Both the guard and the doctor look around in confusion. The doctor feels something close around his wrist which held the light. Looking back, he sees the still illuminated eye with its renewed piercing gaze. Red lights illuminate the hallways. Distressed but weakening cries for help echo out from within the darkened cell. Its door slightly ajar.
The electric crackling of an intercom sparks to life. "In English please. I thought you said these sessions where helping you." Responded the male voice to the cell's occupant. The voice belonged to the doctor who was assigned to regularly gauge and ease any unnecessary tension. To prevent avoidable security risks.
Kaijmera grumbles under her breath. "Vad en åsna."
After a pause from the doctor over the intercom. "These conversations are recorded. I could just, go get them translated."
The woman sits up from her bed and pushes a chair backwards towards the com so that she can sit right in front of it. "Vad jag sade innebär att du är en åsna." She responds again, tilting her head this time. "Låt mig översätta för dig...Let me translate for you. I called you an ass...and I want out." Kai then looks up to the small black bubble installed in one of the top corners of the room. Holding up a finger. "Du ljuger. You lie..." She lifts a second finger. "Du gör falska löften. You make false promises." A third finger uncurls from the palm of her hand. "Du säger att du kommer att fixa vad som är fel. You have not fixed me." Her hand then swats at the air in a dismissive yet frustrated manner. "Varför ska jag bry sig? There is no point. Ingenting kommer av detta."
Although he could not speak Swedish. There was enough English for him to decipher what she didn't translate for him. "What's made you change your mind? Why would you say that now?"
With one motion she stands up and shoves over the chair. "Du sa! You said! Things will get better in time! I tid! Time has come and gone and no change! Ingenting! Just more guards and heavier bars! Inga fler nålar! Jag är trött på dina spel!" Her face reddens with anger.
"...did you already forget?" A response finally came once the room went quiet again. "How many people have you already hurt?"
Kai's piercing eyes go between the camera and the intercom as if contemplating which one to punch first.
"I don't mean the first time you had an episode. What about during one, no, several. Of your check ups? They weren't there just to make you feel uncomfortable. Almost every time they tried to get a blood sample. Or the time after that? When you said you wanted to 'socialize' more....why do you think we can no longer do these sessions face to face? We don't do this just to torment you." A heavy pause fills the room before the doctor speaks again. "...do you really not remember?" The resuming pause only helped answer his question. "We have footage. If you don't believe me."
She visibly flinches at the last sentence looking physically pained by his words.
"The only person who is keeping you from getting help is yourself. You can trick yourself into thinking you're the victim. We have evidence that states otherwise. But you can't even handle the idea of looking at yourself, can you? Who is really stopping you? I'd tell you to look in a mirror, but you can't seem to do that either can you."
"Nej!" Kai protests, covering her ears and continues to liberally state her opinion on the matter. "Nej nej nej nej! Du har fel! Du lögnare!" She wrenches her hands down. Clenching and un-clenching them at her sides. The joints in in her wrists pop and each movement of her fingers produces a gristling sound. A look of pain and discomfort grows to wash over her face. From under her softening fingernails, sharpened and curved claws began to protrude. For a second she coils back her arm to jam it into the com.
"Kaijmera! What do you think will happen if you keep acting out like this?! Who will be left to help you? Do you really like being drugged all the time that much?!" The doctor finally seems to lose the calm tone to his voice.
She remains coiled to strike, looking again at the camera. Silence fills the room again. Her other arm then slowly raises with the palm faced towards herself. The claws that were originally intended for the wall mounted tech, then pressed down onto her wrist and forearm. Her anger turned towards determination.
"...Kaij. Kaij." He repeatedly tries to get the distraught woman to speak again. Each time he calls her name it's with a greater hint of panic. Until he sees her through the camera, quickly rake those sharp claws down the entire length of the underside of her forearm. "Kaij!"
Instantly she yelps out in pain; curling herself over the newly self-inflicted injury and stumble back. The blood that quickly began to trickle down, leaving a trail on the floor not only meant that she was not just faking it. But that the medicine currently in her system was no longer enough to keep her calm enough to work with.
The doctor couldn't get to her cell fast enough with how quickly his feet moved. He grabbed the nearest security personnel that he could find with a tranquilizer at the ready. The barrel of the gun pushes through the food port and the guard looks into the room through the window on the door. Jaijmera sits, crumpled over against the foot of the bed. Not taking any chances, he hits her in the side with a tranq dart. Making sure she doesn't react to the jab, before a key card is pulled out to unlock the door to the room. The doctor is first to rush in, medical gloves on and some rubber medical tubing to form a tourniquet around her arm to stop the bleeding. "Help me get her up!" The doctor yells to the guard. However the guard seems to be more concerned with keeping himself planted in the doorway with the gun still at the ready. "....she is injured! AND you tranquilized her! She was probably unconscious before that! Look!" He pulls out a small pocket light and opens one of her eyes to shine the light over it to show her lack of reaction. Her pupils remain dim and glazed over. "You can't fake that!"
As soon as the guard steps inside, the lights suddenly go out. The only illumination coming from the light shining into one of her eyes. Both the guard and the doctor look around in confusion. The doctor feels something close around his wrist which held the light. Looking back, he sees the still illuminated eye with its renewed piercing gaze. Red lights illuminate the hallways. Distressed but weakening cries for help echo out from within the darkened cell. Its door slightly ajar.
"Huh?" Alver hesitated, swinging his green jacket over his shoulder. He turned around and frowned down the corridor, unsure of what he'd just heard. "What was that?" He muttered to himself, squinting at the darkness. No one answered him.
Which made sense, since no one was with him. Alver had been on his way back from the bathroom when he heard the noise - a faint cry that seemed desperate and echoed right on the edge of his hearing. It sounded like someone needed help, but...
A few minutes of self debating later, Alver was inching down the corridor and trying not to jump at any sound he heard or just shadows in general. He was a man, dammit! He wasn't going to chicken out over this! Besides, the person might need help and if he was, Alver couldn't just stand aside and not do anything.
Above him, the speakers crackled and came to life. Alver paid them half an ear; the scientist's cries had started to get louder which meant that he was getting closer. It was definitely a cry for help, ugh. Not for the first time, Alver cursed himself for feeling guilty whenever he tried to leave people (who were in this case gurgling a cry for help in a weakening voice) who needed help alone. Damn his ethics for not letting him leave people alone, it wasn't like he needed to do this, why was he doing it anyway?
"Subject GNS-088 'Bas'met' has also left containment..."
Subject GNS-088?! Alver blanched and quickened his pace. He'd been one of the (un)lucky few to see the aftermath of one of her socialising attempts (if it could even be called that) and... it had not been pretty. Alver had lost a few months sleep over that memory. And she'd escape... Alright, all I've gotta do is go and see if the person is ok and then I'll leave and hide in my cell till she's caught. Ok, good plan - what's that smell?
Alver wrinkled his nose and sniffed the air. It smelled like... blood? Frowning, he turned the corner and aaaggghh -
His body jerked to a stop, and Alver's eyes widened almost comically wide at the scene. In front of him, the door to room GNS-088 hung open, blood trickling down it to the floor, and there was so much blood, so much blood how could a person even have that much, the person who'd been yelling had been from here he probably wasn't alive anymore holy friggin' shiz why was there so much blood -
The smell of iron suddenly hit him in the nose, thick and overwhelming, and Alver choked. He quickly brought up a hand over his mouth and nose, and he suddenly realised that his whole body was shaking, large, jerky tremors as he shuffled away from the carnage. He moaned softly, feeling sick and shaky and like he was about to vomit at any moment now, when he noticed that someone inside the room was moving.
Distantly, he realised that the speakers were still talking. He had to focus on that, or he'd panic and faint and get killed. Run, he thought frantically, but his legs refused to move, only tremble. He gritted his teeth and tried again, his heart beating in his mouth. Run, he ordered, but all he did was just shuffle backwards, hitting the wall with a thud and crap what if she heard him please don't let her have heard him please let him live please please please -
RUN! This time, his body took heed. He spun tail and ran, voice silent with fear, legs pumping as fast as they could go, terrified out of his wits.
Which made sense, since no one was with him. Alver had been on his way back from the bathroom when he heard the noise - a faint cry that seemed desperate and echoed right on the edge of his hearing. It sounded like someone needed help, but...
A few minutes of self debating later, Alver was inching down the corridor and trying not to jump at any sound he heard or just shadows in general. He was a man, dammit! He wasn't going to chicken out over this! Besides, the person might need help and if he was, Alver couldn't just stand aside and not do anything.
Above him, the speakers crackled and came to life. Alver paid them half an ear; the scientist's cries had started to get louder which meant that he was getting closer. It was definitely a cry for help, ugh. Not for the first time, Alver cursed himself for feeling guilty whenever he tried to leave people (who were in this case gurgling a cry for help in a weakening voice) who needed help alone. Damn his ethics for not letting him leave people alone, it wasn't like he needed to do this, why was he doing it anyway?
"Subject GNS-088 'Bas'met' has also left containment..."
Subject GNS-088?! Alver blanched and quickened his pace. He'd been one of the (un)lucky few to see the aftermath of one of her socialising attempts (if it could even be called that) and... it had not been pretty. Alver had lost a few months sleep over that memory. And she'd escape... Alright, all I've gotta do is go and see if the person is ok and then I'll leave and hide in my cell till she's caught. Ok, good plan - what's that smell?
Alver wrinkled his nose and sniffed the air. It smelled like... blood? Frowning, he turned the corner and aaaggghh -
His body jerked to a stop, and Alver's eyes widened almost comically wide at the scene. In front of him, the door to room GNS-088 hung open, blood trickling down it to the floor, and there was so much blood, so much blood how could a person even have that much, the person who'd been yelling had been from here he probably wasn't alive anymore holy friggin' shiz why was there so much blood -
The smell of iron suddenly hit him in the nose, thick and overwhelming, and Alver choked. He quickly brought up a hand over his mouth and nose, and he suddenly realised that his whole body was shaking, large, jerky tremors as he shuffled away from the carnage. He moaned softly, feeling sick and shaky and like he was about to vomit at any moment now, when he noticed that someone inside the room was moving.
Distantly, he realised that the speakers were still talking. He had to focus on that, or he'd panic and faint and get killed. Run, he thought frantically, but his legs refused to move, only tremble. He gritted his teeth and tried again, his heart beating in his mouth. Run, he ordered, but all he did was just shuffle backwards, hitting the wall with a thud and crap what if she heard him please don't let her have heard him please let him live please please please -
RUN! This time, his body took heed. He spun tail and ran, voice silent with fear, legs pumping as fast as they could go, terrified out of his wits.
The severe nausea that gripped her was understated at best. If it wasn't for the sink that they finally allowed within the cell. Well. It would be hard to say if it would actually contribute to the poorly illuminated ghastly mess. The dim lighting allowed some of the unsavory details to still remain hidden from curious eyes. None of which is even remotely considered pleasant to any decent minded individual. Kaij couldn't grip the sink tightly enough; red tinged water dripped from her hair, her clothes.
The taste and smell of metal left her retching once she regained awareness of her surroundings. What was left of the guard that didn't paint most of the room lay discarded and scattered about. He, or more accurately his hand was still clutching the tranquilizer gun that she held loosely by the barrel. 'Detta är vad läkaren hänvisade till?' She hazily thought. Turning her arm, she could see long red marks recklessly trail from wrist to elbow. Nowhere near as dire of a wound as it was before. Falling just short of questioning why. The more pressing thought in her mind was how badly she badly wanted to peel off her clothes to change into ones that weren't so, soiled. However that would entail traversing to the other side of the room. It was difficult enough that everything was spinning. Her free hand reached back to pull out the dart from her side. "...jävla." Her body rocked unsteadily side to side with her elbow resting on the side of the sink. The only thing that kept the drug from dragging her to the slick floor was the waning but incessant calls of distress from the gravely injured survivor.
That doctor that now weakly dragged himself towards the door. Pulling himself through the stomach churning mess. His legs rendered completely useless. Kaij felt an icy cold knot well up in her stomach as she watched him fruitlessly try to call for help. The only way she could tear her gaze away was to cover her face with her hand. The hook shaped claws scraping at her own scalp as an added harsh reminder. Her eyes began to well up and her lower lip trembled while she grimaced in pain. She could hear the dying man slump to the floor with a wet plop. But before she could get the chance to allow this reality to fully sink in, a thud wrenched her attention to a figure standing outside of her cell. Her head snaps up and her eyes peer between her fingers as if looking out after being discovered from her hiding place. Was it a guard? Watery eyes only blurred her vision further. Preventing her from identifying the person in question. It was still clear that they were taken back by what they were seeing.
It was when they took off that panic fully set in for the distraught woman. Reflexively she grabbed the nearest thing within her reach to throw at them. Which instead smacked against the wall and rolled along the ground. Remnants that was the guard's gnawed head came to settle in the middle of the hallway. 'De kommer att berätta för de andra!' Her feet propelled her out of the room but it took a couple seconds for them to find traction on the floor. The wet fabric of her clothes clung to her figure as she sprinted after them. Each step stamped the floor; leaving behind a deep red footprint after another. This guard or other personnel may have had a head start, but once she hit her stride and had a better lock on the running figure would she throw what she still had in her other hand at them in hopes of knocking them off balance, or at least slow them down. The bloodied gun.
With both hands freed she pumped her arms as she ran to catch up with, then throw herself at them. Before he can even hit the floor, her hand jerks on his arm to turn him around. She coils her arm back again with her entire body poised to lash out at the witness. However once she managed to get a good look at his face, her expression quickly changing from rage, to confusion, then frightened realization. "Bara ett barn...bara ett barn." Her clawed hand begins to drop. She spoke almost inaudibly. A clear shaking tone interlaced her words and nearly choked out her voice. He wouldn't have to understand her to notice her recognition of mistaken identity. That is, if he wasn't too busy fearing for his life. "Jag är ledsen-" She begins to speak, forgetting that her words were not in English.
The taste and smell of metal left her retching once she regained awareness of her surroundings. What was left of the guard that didn't paint most of the room lay discarded and scattered about. He, or more accurately his hand was still clutching the tranquilizer gun that she held loosely by the barrel. 'Detta är vad läkaren hänvisade till?' She hazily thought. Turning her arm, she could see long red marks recklessly trail from wrist to elbow. Nowhere near as dire of a wound as it was before. Falling just short of questioning why. The more pressing thought in her mind was how badly she badly wanted to peel off her clothes to change into ones that weren't so, soiled. However that would entail traversing to the other side of the room. It was difficult enough that everything was spinning. Her free hand reached back to pull out the dart from her side. "...jävla." Her body rocked unsteadily side to side with her elbow resting on the side of the sink. The only thing that kept the drug from dragging her to the slick floor was the waning but incessant calls of distress from the gravely injured survivor.
That doctor that now weakly dragged himself towards the door. Pulling himself through the stomach churning mess. His legs rendered completely useless. Kaij felt an icy cold knot well up in her stomach as she watched him fruitlessly try to call for help. The only way she could tear her gaze away was to cover her face with her hand. The hook shaped claws scraping at her own scalp as an added harsh reminder. Her eyes began to well up and her lower lip trembled while she grimaced in pain. She could hear the dying man slump to the floor with a wet plop. But before she could get the chance to allow this reality to fully sink in, a thud wrenched her attention to a figure standing outside of her cell. Her head snaps up and her eyes peer between her fingers as if looking out after being discovered from her hiding place. Was it a guard? Watery eyes only blurred her vision further. Preventing her from identifying the person in question. It was still clear that they were taken back by what they were seeing.
It was when they took off that panic fully set in for the distraught woman. Reflexively she grabbed the nearest thing within her reach to throw at them. Which instead smacked against the wall and rolled along the ground. Remnants that was the guard's gnawed head came to settle in the middle of the hallway. 'De kommer att berätta för de andra!' Her feet propelled her out of the room but it took a couple seconds for them to find traction on the floor. The wet fabric of her clothes clung to her figure as she sprinted after them. Each step stamped the floor; leaving behind a deep red footprint after another. This guard or other personnel may have had a head start, but once she hit her stride and had a better lock on the running figure would she throw what she still had in her other hand at them in hopes of knocking them off balance, or at least slow them down. The bloodied gun.
With both hands freed she pumped her arms as she ran to catch up with, then throw herself at them. Before he can even hit the floor, her hand jerks on his arm to turn him around. She coils her arm back again with her entire body poised to lash out at the witness. However once she managed to get a good look at his face, her expression quickly changing from rage, to confusion, then frightened realization. "Bara ett barn...bara ett barn." Her clawed hand begins to drop. She spoke almost inaudibly. A clear shaking tone interlaced her words and nearly choked out her voice. He wouldn't have to understand her to notice her recognition of mistaken identity. That is, if he wasn't too busy fearing for his life. "Jag är ledsen-" She begins to speak, forgetting that her words were not in English.
"Um..." Richard Cree, more well known as Arcee, stared at the wall before him. He scratched his head and turned around, looking at the corridor. "Where am I?" he murmured, staring at the walls. "I don't think I've ever been here before..."
Arcee had been heading to his room, but he must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. He didn't recognise where he was at all. A bang resounded down the path, and Arcee jumped at the noise before stilling himself with a nervous chuckle. It was probably an experiment wanting out or something. It probably shouldn't though, considering the announcement that had started just a few seconds ago. taking a deep breath and exhaling, he began to walk, hopefully towards his room.
On the way, Arcee whistled, a soft and soothing tune that calmed the nerves of himself and whoever was listening to it. It helped him restrain from jumping at shadows or worrying about where GNS-088 was. A few minutes later, he gave a mental sigh of relief at the sight of a familiar looking stain on the wall. Good, he was near the elevator. He knew where to go from there... probably. He hadn't really taken the route to remember it so well. Arcee could hear someone too, yelling something about the elevator being broken. Hadn't he heard the announcement? Halting his whistling, he sped up and half-ran, half-walked around the corner.
Someone was standing near the elevator, looking up at what Arcee knew to be the guard screen. He looked to be a guard, which made it even odder that he hadn't been listening to the announcement. Eyebrows creased with worry, Arcee walked over to the guy.
"Um, excuse me?" He called out, a friendly smile on his face. It was a guard, sure, but maybe if he was helpful the guard would tell him how to go back to his room. "I don't think the elevator's going to work. But if you have a problem, maybe I can help out?"
Arcee had been heading to his room, but he must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. He didn't recognise where he was at all. A bang resounded down the path, and Arcee jumped at the noise before stilling himself with a nervous chuckle. It was probably an experiment wanting out or something. It probably shouldn't though, considering the announcement that had started just a few seconds ago. taking a deep breath and exhaling, he began to walk, hopefully towards his room.
On the way, Arcee whistled, a soft and soothing tune that calmed the nerves of himself and whoever was listening to it. It helped him restrain from jumping at shadows or worrying about where GNS-088 was. A few minutes later, he gave a mental sigh of relief at the sight of a familiar looking stain on the wall. Good, he was near the elevator. He knew where to go from there... probably. He hadn't really taken the route to remember it so well. Arcee could hear someone too, yelling something about the elevator being broken. Hadn't he heard the announcement? Halting his whistling, he sped up and half-ran, half-walked around the corner.
Someone was standing near the elevator, looking up at what Arcee knew to be the guard screen. He looked to be a guard, which made it even odder that he hadn't been listening to the announcement. Eyebrows creased with worry, Arcee walked over to the guy.
"Um, excuse me?" He called out, a friendly smile on his face. It was a guard, sure, but maybe if he was helpful the guard would tell him how to go back to his room. "I don't think the elevator's going to work. But if you have a problem, maybe I can help out?"
Alver ran as fast as he could away from the scene, heart in mouth. The image played itself in a constant loop in his mind, and for the first time since then a strangled whimper forced its way out of his throat, the sound barely making its way past his lips. Gotta run, he told himself, panting for air. He refused to look behind, focusing instead on the turn and safety. Gotta get away befo-
Something smacked into the wall behind him with a bang, and Alver flinched and forced his legs to go faster as someone yelled at him. He felt like screaming in terror himself, but that costed too much energy. Better to just focus everything into running instead. The yell wasn't in english but like hell he was going to stay and ask what that was; it probably meant I'm gonna eat you! or something anyway, and Alver really really really wanted to live. Oh geez, he wanted to live.
He didn't want to die.
Leaning lower to run faster and make himself less of a target, Alver pulled up a wavering shield of white to guard his back just as something whirred through the air and crashed into it. The wonky barrier shuddered and cracked but stayed firm, and the turn was just a few dozen steps away and holy shiz he was actually going to make it -
Someone crashed through the barrier and grabbed him.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" The shock and fear tore its way out of Alver in the form of a high pitched scream as he stumbled from the person's weight. The barrier shattered into pieces around them and faded as the person jerked him around. He raised his arms in defence as they fell to the floor, and in between him and his assailant five translucent white shields formed as Alver cowered and waited for the finishing blow.
O-Oh lord, he was going to be eaten alive. It had him by the arm. He c-couldn't run, he was going to - to -
Wait, what?
A feminine voice said something in gibberish, and Alver managed to unscrunch one eye as the blow never came. He saw a woman covered in blood with a shocked expression lowering her arm and talking in the same language as before in an almost feverish manner, like she was desperate for him to understand. Which was nearly impossible, since Alver had absolutely no clue what she meant.
"H-huh?" he stared at her, gasping for breath, his whole body trembling with adrenaline and terror. He didn't lower his shields; like hell he was doing that when he wasn't sure whether she wanted to kill him. "I-I-I don't underst-stand," he stuttered, more than a little afraid, eyes wide. The part of his brain that wasn't gibbering in fear wanted to add Lady, english please? and I thought you were going to eat me and take over my body like what they said on the speakers, but nope. Don't trigger the crazy psychotic lady by reminding her that she had wanted to destroy him, thank you very much.
Something smacked into the wall behind him with a bang, and Alver flinched and forced his legs to go faster as someone yelled at him. He felt like screaming in terror himself, but that costed too much energy. Better to just focus everything into running instead. The yell wasn't in english but like hell he was going to stay and ask what that was; it probably meant I'm gonna eat you! or something anyway, and Alver really really really wanted to live. Oh geez, he wanted to live.
He didn't want to die.
Leaning lower to run faster and make himself less of a target, Alver pulled up a wavering shield of white to guard his back just as something whirred through the air and crashed into it. The wonky barrier shuddered and cracked but stayed firm, and the turn was just a few dozen steps away and holy shiz he was actually going to make it -
Someone crashed through the barrier and grabbed him.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" The shock and fear tore its way out of Alver in the form of a high pitched scream as he stumbled from the person's weight. The barrier shattered into pieces around them and faded as the person jerked him around. He raised his arms in defence as they fell to the floor, and in between him and his assailant five translucent white shields formed as Alver cowered and waited for the finishing blow.
O-Oh lord, he was going to be eaten alive. It had him by the arm. He c-couldn't run, he was going to - to -
Wait, what?
A feminine voice said something in gibberish, and Alver managed to unscrunch one eye as the blow never came. He saw a woman covered in blood with a shocked expression lowering her arm and talking in the same language as before in an almost feverish manner, like she was desperate for him to understand. Which was nearly impossible, since Alver had absolutely no clue what she meant.
"H-huh?" he stared at her, gasping for breath, his whole body trembling with adrenaline and terror. He didn't lower his shields; like hell he was doing that when he wasn't sure whether she wanted to kill him. "I-I-I don't underst-stand," he stuttered, more than a little afraid, eyes wide. The part of his brain that wasn't gibbering in fear wanted to add Lady, english please? and I thought you were going to eat me and take over my body like what they said on the speakers, but nope. Don't trigger the crazy psychotic lady by reminding her that she had wanted to destroy him, thank you very much.
Shuffling footsteps can be heard, at first at a distance but coming closer rather quickly. Eventually, around a corner, what seems to be a woman dressed in a facility doctor's attire walks out. At first she seems fine... at first... but upon deeper inspection her outfit appears torn in places like claws had ripped at her, and clothes stained in blood. She turns her head, glancing at the two and begins to approach. A light glimmer reveals her to be wearing goggles that obscures her eyes and a surgical mask covers her mouth. Her hair is a dity blond, it was once braided but now is mostly a wild mess.
"This place is dangerous, what are you doing here?" The woman calls out, but her tone implies she already knows.
She gets closer, the sensation of their presence feels... strange. A strange but very mild scent begins to waft through, not blood but... perfume? It appears to be some kind of perfume. Lavender, that appears accurate. As she gets very close she kneels down and just watches them. Carefully watching for a response, it almost feels like she's studying them. Then she looks to Kai.
"Det är tillräckligt." She says softly. "Lugna..."
She seems to speak in Swedish in an attempt to reason with Kaijmera, but the way it is presented seems somewhat... artificial. She scoots closer, but slowly. The smell in the air... it is perfume... but there's something else. A chemical perhaps? The name tag can be seen now on her outfit reads: Dr. C. Louta. Who was that again..? She cracks an odd smile and holds out her hands.
"Ge mig..?" She says, her tone is so light now it is almost a whisper.
"This place is dangerous, what are you doing here?" The woman calls out, but her tone implies she already knows.
She gets closer, the sensation of their presence feels... strange. A strange but very mild scent begins to waft through, not blood but... perfume? It appears to be some kind of perfume. Lavender, that appears accurate. As she gets very close she kneels down and just watches them. Carefully watching for a response, it almost feels like she's studying them. Then she looks to Kai.
"Det är tillräckligt." She says softly. "Lugna..."
She seems to speak in Swedish in an attempt to reason with Kaijmera, but the way it is presented seems somewhat... artificial. She scoots closer, but slowly. The smell in the air... it is perfume... but there's something else. A chemical perhaps? The name tag can be seen now on her outfit reads: Dr. C. Louta. Who was that again..? She cracks an odd smile and holds out her hands.
"Ge mig..?" She says, her tone is so light now it is almost a whisper.
The meaning of his words didn’t sink in properly right away. She thought what he meant was, why are you attacking me? Seeing the translucent barriers that had formed between them side tracked her thoughts. Until she could finally hear herself speaking. Though not a physical barrier. It was still a barrier on language. And while she spoke English almost fluently, words were hard to grasp under stress. “Jag trodde du var…” She begins, but then shakes her head before trying again. “I-I thought, you were a guard…” Alver now looked a little familiar to her. Although she fell short of remembering when and where. “I just. I wanted... I, couldn’t go-” She started looking around herself acting lost. “-back.” As if it had only just dawned on her that she was actually outside of her cell for the first time since they last upgraded the containment protocols for her.
Her hand moved to wipe at her face but that familiar metallic smell made her scrunch up her face in disgust, recoil back while jumping up off of Alver and look down at her stained clothing. She kiltered off balance from the sedatives and couldn’t stop until the wall caught and aided with propping her up. Despite her previous attempt to wash off the blood, there was still more of the guard and doctor still clinging to her than she was willing to tolerate. “Vad tittar du på-what are you looking at?!” She snapped at Alver. It was the best way she knew how to handle her insecurities. It was something similar to this that had set her off in the past if she felt that someone was staring at her. Only this time the sedative that was in her system stopped her from pursuing it much further. By dragging her down to the floor after taking several steps back towards him.
Upon taking an unsteady knee to the smooth surface did she really stop to take the time to catch her breath and assess what was going on around her. This was more than her simply somehow managing to stay awake and downing two people for five minutes of freedom. Many of the lights were out, messages were being sent through the facility, the guards that she expected to come swarm her from around the corner was instead...a doctor? She was close enough to grab Alver's arm. For a second she thought about grabbing him as a hostage but something stopped her. Her hand fell short when it came down and was instead used to push herself forcefully back to her feet; claws scraping loudly against the floor. It still didn't stop her from getting ready to go on the offensive if the woman got close enough. That was until her knees buckled again. "Nej! Nejnejnejnej." She hissed through her teeth for being betrayed by her own legs. Her hand grips Alver's arm. Not out of anger this time but anxiety.
By the time she looked up again the woman was kneeling right in front of them. The shock sends a visible jolt through her body. Particularly when she begins to speak words she is far more familiar with; taking her off guard. "Hur vet du?" Kaij couldn't figure out what sent the chill up her spine first. "Ge dig vad?" The fact that this doctor appeared injured and disheveled with her face covered, and acting so strangely calm. Smelling of a mixture of something somewhat pleasant with something else. Creeping ever closer to them both and putting, at the very least Kaij on edge. Acting as though she was observing them. Staring at them. Staring directly at, her.
"Sluta stirrar!" Not requiring to see this doctor's eyes to feel that familiar anger surge through her again. Her muscles spasm swatting at the woman with the back of her hand while attempting to back up. Like a cat who didn't like having its space invaded and demanded that they keep their distance. Which, considering how she has been known to act in the past was an extremely gentle way of handling things. Still. This was all putting her into a panic. Kaijmera grunted in discomfort. Alver would be able to feel the bones in her hand gristle and her tendons spastic-ly flex. "Backa!" She growled, half in pain as small popping sounds emitted from her spin and her body seemed to subtly begin to unsettle under her clothes. When will the guards will be coming? What if they see what she did? What will they do when they find out? Those thoughts relentlessly looped inside of her mind to fuel her fear.
Her hand moved to wipe at her face but that familiar metallic smell made her scrunch up her face in disgust, recoil back while jumping up off of Alver and look down at her stained clothing. She kiltered off balance from the sedatives and couldn’t stop until the wall caught and aided with propping her up. Despite her previous attempt to wash off the blood, there was still more of the guard and doctor still clinging to her than she was willing to tolerate. “Vad tittar du på-what are you looking at?!” She snapped at Alver. It was the best way she knew how to handle her insecurities. It was something similar to this that had set her off in the past if she felt that someone was staring at her. Only this time the sedative that was in her system stopped her from pursuing it much further. By dragging her down to the floor after taking several steps back towards him.
Upon taking an unsteady knee to the smooth surface did she really stop to take the time to catch her breath and assess what was going on around her. This was more than her simply somehow managing to stay awake and downing two people for five minutes of freedom. Many of the lights were out, messages were being sent through the facility, the guards that she expected to come swarm her from around the corner was instead...a doctor? She was close enough to grab Alver's arm. For a second she thought about grabbing him as a hostage but something stopped her. Her hand fell short when it came down and was instead used to push herself forcefully back to her feet; claws scraping loudly against the floor. It still didn't stop her from getting ready to go on the offensive if the woman got close enough. That was until her knees buckled again. "Nej! Nejnejnejnej." She hissed through her teeth for being betrayed by her own legs. Her hand grips Alver's arm. Not out of anger this time but anxiety.
By the time she looked up again the woman was kneeling right in front of them. The shock sends a visible jolt through her body. Particularly when she begins to speak words she is far more familiar with; taking her off guard. "Hur vet du?" Kaij couldn't figure out what sent the chill up her spine first. "Ge dig vad?" The fact that this doctor appeared injured and disheveled with her face covered, and acting so strangely calm. Smelling of a mixture of something somewhat pleasant with something else. Creeping ever closer to them both and putting, at the very least Kaij on edge. Acting as though she was observing them. Staring at them. Staring directly at, her.
"Sluta stirrar!" Not requiring to see this doctor's eyes to feel that familiar anger surge through her again. Her muscles spasm swatting at the woman with the back of her hand while attempting to back up. Like a cat who didn't like having its space invaded and demanded that they keep their distance. Which, considering how she has been known to act in the past was an extremely gentle way of handling things. Still. This was all putting her into a panic. Kaijmera grunted in discomfort. Alver would be able to feel the bones in her hand gristle and her tendons spastic-ly flex. "Backa!" She growled, half in pain as small popping sounds emitted from her spin and her body seemed to subtly begin to unsettle under her clothes. When will the guards will be coming? What if they see what she did? What will they do when they find out? Those thoughts relentlessly looped inside of her mind to fuel her fear.
The woman lowers her head and hums a strange yet familiar tune. As before, there is still no sense of fear from the woman, her emotional state is unreadable. She taps the floor tiles under her with her nails, rhythmically, then abruptly stops. She puts her hands on her face as if checking for something.
"Du är intressant..." She says under her breath. "Människa."
She slowly removes her goggles, revealing her black sclera, blue eyes, and S shaped pupils. She glances over at Alver from the corner of her eyes.
"Ah, I had an idea just now." She says, a very sudden shift in her tone, sounding more energetic. "Lets not do this and move before they come."
Footsteps are heard coming in their direction, heavy footsteps, most likely armed guards from the lower level. All the noise has likely alerted an awful lot of attention. The woman, obviously being controlled by Bas'met rolls her head to its side and rolls her eyes looking to the ceiling.
"Which would be right now." Her tone makes this sound like it is just a big game to her. She then pops up onto her feet and then holds her hand out, this time it seems like she's lending it rather than asking for something.
"Du är intressant..." She says under her breath. "Människa."
She slowly removes her goggles, revealing her black sclera, blue eyes, and S shaped pupils. She glances over at Alver from the corner of her eyes.
"Ah, I had an idea just now." She says, a very sudden shift in her tone, sounding more energetic. "Lets not do this and move before they come."
Footsteps are heard coming in their direction, heavy footsteps, most likely armed guards from the lower level. All the noise has likely alerted an awful lot of attention. The woman, obviously being controlled by Bas'met rolls her head to its side and rolls her eyes looking to the ceiling.
"Which would be right now." Her tone makes this sound like it is just a big game to her. She then pops up onto her feet and then holds her hand out, this time it seems like she's lending it rather than asking for something.
Through the panic she was again, taken back by this doctor's reaction. No shock, or flinching from the facially covered woman. "Människa?" Kaijmera didn't understand why she would chose to that particular word and effectively knocking some of the haze from her mind. This person was not reacting the way she was supposed to, nor speaking words that were expected. Her delay for acknowledging Alver's words was evident, but it allowed her to take a moment to look at him again. Her eyes still gazed intensely at him, yet for once she didn't immediately react in frustration. The grip around Alver's arm loosened, if only slightly enough to ease the pain she was causing him.
By the time she looked back the doctor had removed the goggles. This was not just some facility worker. She had seen those eyes before. The reason, time and location were eluding her. Something that was mentioned over the speakers most certainly, but... Now was not the time to wonder or idle. The point was that her reaction changed again from aggression to hesitation, settling some of the tension inside of her and attune her attention to what this being had to say.
The loud plodding footsteps that now echoed and threatened to close in on them felt like a jolt of electricity up her spine. She released Alver, jumping unsteadily to her feet with more determination than ever to deny the grogginess that gripped her. It was easy to simply think about charging them. Except the constant reminder of her sluggishness mixed with the possible number of guards. Prepared ones at that. The gears turned in her head as her eyes darted from the source of the noise to shield kid. His face clearly showing that he was just as clueless and stranded as to what to do. She gritted her teeth and anxiously shrugged her shoulders back till some of that tension released from her spine as several small pops. This was not what she wanted. Another tranq and she would be lucky to have the ability to run. But they sounded like they were carrying more than that. The bodies, they had to have seen them too.
Kaijmera leans back from this GNS person's hand. "Ghhnnnnn! Smörja!" She curses in frustration. How would taking someone's hand help at all? It took too long for them to decide. Now was all the time they had left. She would hoist Alver up from where he sat on the ground, with the help of the woman's hand to offer her leverage; her long claws wrapping around gently enough not to pierce the skin. Certain that he wouldn't want to stick around either. "Få oss ut."
By the time she looked back the doctor had removed the goggles. This was not just some facility worker. She had seen those eyes before. The reason, time and location were eluding her. Something that was mentioned over the speakers most certainly, but... Now was not the time to wonder or idle. The point was that her reaction changed again from aggression to hesitation, settling some of the tension inside of her and attune her attention to what this being had to say.
The loud plodding footsteps that now echoed and threatened to close in on them felt like a jolt of electricity up her spine. She released Alver, jumping unsteadily to her feet with more determination than ever to deny the grogginess that gripped her. It was easy to simply think about charging them. Except the constant reminder of her sluggishness mixed with the possible number of guards. Prepared ones at that. The gears turned in her head as her eyes darted from the source of the noise to shield kid. His face clearly showing that he was just as clueless and stranded as to what to do. She gritted her teeth and anxiously shrugged her shoulders back till some of that tension released from her spine as several small pops. This was not what she wanted. Another tranq and she would be lucky to have the ability to run. But they sounded like they were carrying more than that. The bodies, they had to have seen them too.
Kaijmera leans back from this GNS person's hand. "Ghhnnnnn! Smörja!" She curses in frustration. How would taking someone's hand help at all? It took too long for them to decide. Now was all the time they had left. She would hoist Alver up from where he sat on the ground, with the help of the woman's hand to offer her leverage; her long claws wrapping around gently enough not to pierce the skin. Certain that he wouldn't want to stick around either. "Få oss ut."
She takes them around a corner, evading an ambush as if she already knew they would. They are clad in full combat armor, and as suspected, packing more than simple tranquilizer guns. As they take aim, the ductwork collapses on them, shaking them more than hurting them.
"A collection of things, mister Alver, some of the memories of the hosts persist, giving me pieces of information about the facility's layout." The Bas'met avatar says in a rather matter-of-fact manner, then points at the vents, tiny feet heard echoing through inside keeping up with them. "And secondly, Skitters is quite the master of getting through tight places, with both the memories I've obtained and her I found something rather... interesting."
Bas'met leads them into an open storage room, surrounded in basic medical equipment like IVs, needles, and other such items, and a large glass cabinet in the back. She runs to this cabinet and begins pulling on it, slowly sliding it across the floor with a slight creak. Behind it she reveals a strange small door, somewhat like a dumbwaiter, yet it has a hand print biometric lock. She places her hand against it and after a short scan it slides open into a dimly lit, and unmapped portion of the facility. The lights in this portion seem like they haven't been changed in years, some flicker, nearly burnt out, stairways can be somewhat seen within.
"These are what I assume to be the maintenance access areas, a facility so large would have to have them right?" She says with uncertainty in her tone. "But they get used so little that nobody really cares to actually maintain them, funny, huh?"
The footsteps can be heard coming in their direction, doors opening and closing as they check every area. Bas'met motions to the entryway.
"Get in, I'll cover it back up behind you." She says, a tone making it clear that this avatar is staying behind. "And I know I've harmed some of you before, but... well... I'm willing to pay for that too, if it is any incentive."
"A collection of things, mister Alver, some of the memories of the hosts persist, giving me pieces of information about the facility's layout." The Bas'met avatar says in a rather matter-of-fact manner, then points at the vents, tiny feet heard echoing through inside keeping up with them. "And secondly, Skitters is quite the master of getting through tight places, with both the memories I've obtained and her I found something rather... interesting."
Bas'met leads them into an open storage room, surrounded in basic medical equipment like IVs, needles, and other such items, and a large glass cabinet in the back. She runs to this cabinet and begins pulling on it, slowly sliding it across the floor with a slight creak. Behind it she reveals a strange small door, somewhat like a dumbwaiter, yet it has a hand print biometric lock. She places her hand against it and after a short scan it slides open into a dimly lit, and unmapped portion of the facility. The lights in this portion seem like they haven't been changed in years, some flicker, nearly burnt out, stairways can be somewhat seen within.
"These are what I assume to be the maintenance access areas, a facility so large would have to have them right?" She says with uncertainty in her tone. "But they get used so little that nobody really cares to actually maintain them, funny, huh?"
The footsteps can be heard coming in their direction, doors opening and closing as they check every area. Bas'met motions to the entryway.
"Get in, I'll cover it back up behind you." She says, a tone making it clear that this avatar is staying behind. "And I know I've harmed some of you before, but... well... I'm willing to pay for that too, if it is any incentive."
Kaijmera half expected the woman to envelop them in a shroud of shadows or some other wildly powerful....trick, of some kind, and whisk them away to safety. Instead, she is instead yanked along and nearly dragged around the corner like any other escapee fleeing for their lives. It would have been faster if she took off on her own. The joy of 20/20 hindsight. Speaking of alone, she was actually slightly, pleased, that Alver decided to go along with everything. The shield maker had promise in him. That is if he knew how and when to properly put up a solid defense. If she could get through it then it wasn’t as likely that he would be able to deflect a bullet either. It saved her time that he was at least in the same book as her. Whether or not they were on the same page was another question that would have to be saved for later.
More than anything she would find more convenience with being told that part of the ventilation system was going to come down behind them. Kaijmera was quick to break the line, jerk her hand free and take a few strides ahead of the doctor before daring to look over her shoulder and make sure that it wasn’t gunfire coming at them. The pitter patter of steps in the vents quickly gave away that it was much larger and smarter than a rat. If only she could simply get up there and traverse the ductwork like, whatever was up there, was doing. A question that she would have to save for later. Better to leave the chatter to the boy for the time being while she was at it. She’d rather have him reminding her what on earth the woman was going on about.
The storage room that they arrived in immediately left her wanting to know what could possibly help them in here with no noticeable way out except for the way they came. Her feet hardly touched the ground and aided with reversing her direction to push herself up against the nearest corner that lead back to the hallways that they had just come from. The fear of being seen was by now helping to lift some of the grogginess inducing fog in her mind. Just when she began to feel like she was led into a trap, the doctor opened up what looked to be a covered up passageway. Again her feet help her sprint towards the open entrance but she stops short of the door.
This poorly maintained and thickly webbed maintenance corridor made her leery of going in. Still, it was far more promising considering that it didn’t look to be used for a considerable amount of time. Or enough to give her confidence that she could better hide here rather than back out there.
“Varför?” She finally asks in confusion. Help nearly always came at a cost. However seeing as how she wasn’t willing to stand around long enough for the full answer. If there was one.
Soon enough she gripped the sides of the entrance and gives the doctor one more glance before going inside. If it really was a maintenance corridor then it would have to lead to other areas of the facility.
More than anything she would find more convenience with being told that part of the ventilation system was going to come down behind them. Kaijmera was quick to break the line, jerk her hand free and take a few strides ahead of the doctor before daring to look over her shoulder and make sure that it wasn’t gunfire coming at them. The pitter patter of steps in the vents quickly gave away that it was much larger and smarter than a rat. If only she could simply get up there and traverse the ductwork like, whatever was up there, was doing. A question that she would have to save for later. Better to leave the chatter to the boy for the time being while she was at it. She’d rather have him reminding her what on earth the woman was going on about.
The storage room that they arrived in immediately left her wanting to know what could possibly help them in here with no noticeable way out except for the way they came. Her feet hardly touched the ground and aided with reversing her direction to push herself up against the nearest corner that lead back to the hallways that they had just come from. The fear of being seen was by now helping to lift some of the grogginess inducing fog in her mind. Just when she began to feel like she was led into a trap, the doctor opened up what looked to be a covered up passageway. Again her feet help her sprint towards the open entrance but she stops short of the door.
This poorly maintained and thickly webbed maintenance corridor made her leery of going in. Still, it was far more promising considering that it didn’t look to be used for a considerable amount of time. Or enough to give her confidence that she could better hide here rather than back out there.
“Varför?” She finally asks in confusion. Help nearly always came at a cost. However seeing as how she wasn’t willing to stand around long enough for the full answer. If there was one.
Soon enough she gripped the sides of the entrance and gives the doctor one more glance before going inside. If it really was a maintenance corridor then it would have to lead to other areas of the facility.
Alver started as the vent came down with a crash, then quickly resettled, annoyed at himself for reacting. Then something landed at his foot.
This time, Alver didn't scream or gibber or even move, but looked down instead, scowling at the object. His stomach gave a start when he saw a gun, but then he noticed the markings on the side and realised - it was a tranquilliser gun. One of the guards must have had one at hand when Skitter's (whoever they were) dropped the vent on them, causing the guard to lose control of the gun and fly at his direction. Huh. Well, they didn't need more ammunition anyway. Giving a tiny shrug, Alver picked up the gun and stored it at his back, making sure that the shirt was covering it.
What? He was going into unknown territory with a woman who had just tried to kill him a second ago and GNS-088, who was pretty dangerous herself. Alver could still remember the blood from that time she'd tried to - no wait, that had been the nightmares. The real one had no blood. Still, he absolutely didn't want to get possessed and die, so what was one extra precaution?
She knows my name. Ok. That was probably from the subject's memory thing she was talking about. Now that they weren't being chased, Alver took the time to resettle himself and think, walking half a step behind the two women. He quickly shrugged on his jacket, the extra cloth hiding the small bulge on his back and giving him an extra layer of protection. Why had GNS-088 (Alver still had no clue what her real name was) turned up to save them? Why - and how - had she escaped? No, scratch that - what on earth was going on?
What did she want?
Well, she wanted them to escape, that was obvious enough. Especially when she led them into a storage room and revealed a door leading to an abandoned area of the facility. And she sounded like she needed their help with what she had found. Whether it was 'look, a weird fish!' kind of interesting or 'agh we're all gonna die from this' kind of interesting, it didn't seem like she could do it alone, but Alver couldn't help but be suspicious if she had any other hidden motive that wouldn't be kind to them. He hadn't gotten this far and alive by taking everything at face value, and he wasn't going to start now.
Maybe if he had done so sooner, been suspicious sooner, then his friend wouldn't have died...
Nothing he could do about it now. Shoving the thought aside, Alver stepped through the door a few seconds after Killer Lady charged through it. He glanced around, squinting into the dark in an effort to see better. Seriously, he was sick of being an experiment and like it or not he was screwed anyway, what with being with an escapee and all. Heck, he could even be considered an escapee himself. Might as well go and explore before getting caught.
Just before GNS-088 closed the door, Alver reached out and stopped it. "Listen," he said quickly. He knew that he had only a few seconds left before the guards came across them, so he had to make it quick. "I have no clue what's going on and I still don't trust you, but thanks. I know the body you're in is dead and I'm not sure whether or not you can feel pain," and I'm really hoping that you didn't kill her "but take care, ok?"
There, done. Now he could stop worrying so much, although why he was worrying over a possessed dead body Alver had no clue. Having said his piece, Alver let go of the door and turned around to catch up with Killer Lady, blinking rapidly as the door closed and sealed off any light from the outside. Ah, night vision goggles, how he wished he had thee. That would have made seeing in the dark more easier.
"Alright, so." He said quietly, fumbling his way towards Killer Lady. His eyes were starting to get use to the dark now, and he could dimly see shapes that he assumed were pipes or walls or just weird objects. "Um. Think we should head that way?" he pointed forwards to a space between a large rectangle object and a large square object as his shin bumped into what felt like a small square box.
"Ow," he muttered, but he continued to move. He didn't want to be here if the guards discovered that they were in here and decided to storm the place. "And what's your name?" he asked, squinting at his surroundings. The objects were gradually becoming clearer, good. Soon he'd be able to see properly in the gloom. "If we're gonna be stuck together we might as well know each other's names. I'm Alver Glanestone. You?"
This time, Alver didn't scream or gibber or even move, but looked down instead, scowling at the object. His stomach gave a start when he saw a gun, but then he noticed the markings on the side and realised - it was a tranquilliser gun. One of the guards must have had one at hand when Skitter's (whoever they were) dropped the vent on them, causing the guard to lose control of the gun and fly at his direction. Huh. Well, they didn't need more ammunition anyway. Giving a tiny shrug, Alver picked up the gun and stored it at his back, making sure that the shirt was covering it.
What? He was going into unknown territory with a woman who had just tried to kill him a second ago and GNS-088, who was pretty dangerous herself. Alver could still remember the blood from that time she'd tried to - no wait, that had been the nightmares. The real one had no blood. Still, he absolutely didn't want to get possessed and die, so what was one extra precaution?
She knows my name. Ok. That was probably from the subject's memory thing she was talking about. Now that they weren't being chased, Alver took the time to resettle himself and think, walking half a step behind the two women. He quickly shrugged on his jacket, the extra cloth hiding the small bulge on his back and giving him an extra layer of protection. Why had GNS-088 (Alver still had no clue what her real name was) turned up to save them? Why - and how - had she escaped? No, scratch that - what on earth was going on?
What did she want?
Well, she wanted them to escape, that was obvious enough. Especially when she led them into a storage room and revealed a door leading to an abandoned area of the facility. And she sounded like she needed their help with what she had found. Whether it was 'look, a weird fish!' kind of interesting or 'agh we're all gonna die from this' kind of interesting, it didn't seem like she could do it alone, but Alver couldn't help but be suspicious if she had any other hidden motive that wouldn't be kind to them. He hadn't gotten this far and alive by taking everything at face value, and he wasn't going to start now.
Maybe if he had done so sooner, been suspicious sooner, then his friend wouldn't have died...
Nothing he could do about it now. Shoving the thought aside, Alver stepped through the door a few seconds after Killer Lady charged through it. He glanced around, squinting into the dark in an effort to see better. Seriously, he was sick of being an experiment and like it or not he was screwed anyway, what with being with an escapee and all. Heck, he could even be considered an escapee himself. Might as well go and explore before getting caught.
Just before GNS-088 closed the door, Alver reached out and stopped it. "Listen," he said quickly. He knew that he had only a few seconds left before the guards came across them, so he had to make it quick. "I have no clue what's going on and I still don't trust you, but thanks. I know the body you're in is dead and I'm not sure whether or not you can feel pain," and I'm really hoping that you didn't kill her "but take care, ok?"
There, done. Now he could stop worrying so much, although why he was worrying over a possessed dead body Alver had no clue. Having said his piece, Alver let go of the door and turned around to catch up with Killer Lady, blinking rapidly as the door closed and sealed off any light from the outside. Ah, night vision goggles, how he wished he had thee. That would have made seeing in the dark more easier.
"Alright, so." He said quietly, fumbling his way towards Killer Lady. His eyes were starting to get use to the dark now, and he could dimly see shapes that he assumed were pipes or walls or just weird objects. "Um. Think we should head that way?" he pointed forwards to a space between a large rectangle object and a large square object as his shin bumped into what felt like a small square box.
"Ow," he muttered, but he continued to move. He didn't want to be here if the guards discovered that they were in here and decided to storm the place. "And what's your name?" he asked, squinting at his surroundings. The objects were gradually becoming clearer, good. Soon he'd be able to see properly in the gloom. "If we're gonna be stuck together we might as well know each other's names. I'm Alver Glanestone. You?"
She heard the door shut behind her. And her eyes strained for almost a minute as they attempted to adjust to the dim setting. Willing it in the back of her mind, she wished that she could see everything more clearly. No. She needed to, willed it in her thoughts. The empty passageway slowly began to light up as though someone was gradually raising the lights on a light dimmer switch. Nearly her entire body ached much like a tensed muscle that was feeling a little too much resistance. The tension made her breath the same way one would after a light jog thanks to the stress the sickened and frazzled doctor put her through when she was convinced there would be a fight brewing.
Moving a hand to her chest; some of those same ripples underneath her skin occasionally persisted despite her over all proportions regaining a little more normalcy. Being in a new area with the thoughts of being herded into a corner by guards prevented her from having any solace in the thought of relaxing, even if it were only temporary. Several claws reach up to one of the side walls and scrape at its surface with mild interest as to whether or not it would leave a mark. Before looking down at her still wickedly equipped hand. She frowns. ".....äcklig." Then, does the best she can to shake her hand and shake it off.
Kaijmera had almost forgotten that Alver was even behind her until she heard his footsteps catching up from behind. Her head tilted just enough to look and see him fumble a bit when he smacked one of his legs right into a box. Clumsy looked to be a trait that he would naturally have. She ignored his first question and proceeded to begin walking, slowly but with a purpose. He asked her another question about her name. Again. She acted as though she didn't hear him. With the express intention on looking around and paying attention to anything but him. The one thing that she did pick up from him, aside from his name, was the anxiousness in his voice. Informing her of his name without being asked.
For what felt like a long time she seemed to stare at him. "You scared of me?"
Moving a hand to her chest; some of those same ripples underneath her skin occasionally persisted despite her over all proportions regaining a little more normalcy. Being in a new area with the thoughts of being herded into a corner by guards prevented her from having any solace in the thought of relaxing, even if it were only temporary. Several claws reach up to one of the side walls and scrape at its surface with mild interest as to whether or not it would leave a mark. Before looking down at her still wickedly equipped hand. She frowns. ".....äcklig." Then, does the best she can to shake her hand and shake it off.
Kaijmera had almost forgotten that Alver was even behind her until she heard his footsteps catching up from behind. Her head tilted just enough to look and see him fumble a bit when he smacked one of his legs right into a box. Clumsy looked to be a trait that he would naturally have. She ignored his first question and proceeded to begin walking, slowly but with a purpose. He asked her another question about her name. Again. She acted as though she didn't hear him. With the express intention on looking around and paying attention to anything but him. The one thing that she did pick up from him, aside from his name, was the anxiousness in his voice. Informing her of his name without being asked.
By then Kaijmera turned towards the the wall and with only the upper half of her body turned, her face barely turned 1/3 of the way towards him. Her eyes catching and reflecting the dim light similarly to how an animal's eyes would appear to almost glow in low light conditions.You?
For what felt like a long time she seemed to stare at him. "You scared of me?"
Her gaze didn't change. Although her eyes did seem to respond to him finally putting up something of a commotion against her. It was rather quick of him to chomp at the bit, and for a moment her expression softened ever so slightly. There was something in particular that she had at some point decided that she wanted to look for. Something that couldn't simply be stated. This wasn't a job interview and they didn't have much time to work with.
Unfortunately, almost as quickly as he managed to show some fire, he stifled it out before giving it a chance to take. Kaijmera's face by then was blank. 'Badass.' She thinks to herself. Alver would only be able to hear himself and the only breathing he would pick up was his own. His words bounced off the walls as though he were the only one there. He was talking far too much. A habit that would get him in trouble if he wanted to stay hidden, even down here.
By the time he would turn himself back to face her, he would be able to see rapid movement right in front of his face. The strike would sting more than anything against his skin. Then he would have the joy of noticing that his body was flung against some boxes that would collapse against his weight. "Du är för högt." She would speak in a hushed tone from an indiscernible direction. "Think its bad here? Wait till you get outside." Her voice trailed around from his left and then to his right ear. Using the lack of general lighting to keep out of his line of sight. It would go silent for a few very long seconds.
The next time Alver would hear her again it would sound further away. Possibly around a corner, or further down the space that he had pointed to earlier. "You open up too much. För mycket." Ironic for a kid who could put up barriers. While she made it a point of not letting him know it, she still had him visible to her eyes. He would quickly learn that she wasn't the type to simply carry on a conversation with someone so easily. The next sentence came from even further away. And only half in English. "Du kanske lära sig något. If you live long enough."
If anyone was to notice one of them in the tunnels. If anyone else managed to find a way down there. Alver was the one making the most noise.
Unfortunately, almost as quickly as he managed to show some fire, he stifled it out before giving it a chance to take. Kaijmera's face by then was blank. 'Badass.' She thinks to herself. Alver would only be able to hear himself and the only breathing he would pick up was his own. His words bounced off the walls as though he were the only one there. He was talking far too much. A habit that would get him in trouble if he wanted to stay hidden, even down here.
By the time he would turn himself back to face her, he would be able to see rapid movement right in front of his face. The strike would sting more than anything against his skin. Then he would have the joy of noticing that his body was flung against some boxes that would collapse against his weight. "Du är för högt." She would speak in a hushed tone from an indiscernible direction. "Think its bad here? Wait till you get outside." Her voice trailed around from his left and then to his right ear. Using the lack of general lighting to keep out of his line of sight. It would go silent for a few very long seconds.
The next time Alver would hear her again it would sound further away. Possibly around a corner, or further down the space that he had pointed to earlier. "You open up too much. För mycket." Ironic for a kid who could put up barriers. While she made it a point of not letting him know it, she still had him visible to her eyes. He would quickly learn that she wasn't the type to simply carry on a conversation with someone so easily. The next sentence came from even further away. And only half in English. "Du kanske lära sig något. If you live long enough."
If anyone was to notice one of them in the tunnels. If anyone else managed to find a way down there. Alver was the one making the most noise.
A figure around the size of a large cat follows the dysfunctional duo, hiding away and keeping as quiet as possible. It was Bas'met's little pet, Skitters as she is called, may as well be Bas'Met herself if it weren't for the retained animal's instincts. She was likely trailing them to satisfy Bas'met's strange curiosity. She scurries carefully behind boxes, in boxes, occasionally under boxes and scooting it along. A real bandit in the shadows.
The pathways carry Alver's voice, especially when he raises it. This could get problematic. The area was barely used but it wasn't unknown. She slaps her paws on her face, all four of them. Hasn't this guy heard of keeping a low profile? She reaches under her bandanna and adjust some device on her neck stopping when she hears his end to his outburst, how he's tired of watching people die. Something about this clicks. She scurries over into some boxes trying to get a better listen.
Then, something of a spat breaks out between them. Alver is thrown into the boxes nearly on top of the six-pawed bandit. Skitters skitters behind a box in hopes to remain unseen. Where did that come from? Well, was not like Bas'met expected them to work well together, let alone Kaijmera working well with anyone. But never really expected it to escalate this quickly. People are so very... interesting. Under the cover of the box the striped-tail avatar of Bas'met follows slowly but also more closely, increasingly curious about what they will do next.
Labeled on the "exit", as Alver put it, is what can be made out as the number 10. Most likely meaning floor 10 Certainly not the most desired exit, but a step in the right direction, right? And what is Kaijmera planning to do if she dreads the outside? And what was this lesson she intends to teach Alver? There is so much strange between the subjects to fill Bas'met's voracious curiosity. That curiosity may be driving Skitters to get closer than needed.
The pathways carry Alver's voice, especially when he raises it. This could get problematic. The area was barely used but it wasn't unknown. She slaps her paws on her face, all four of them. Hasn't this guy heard of keeping a low profile? She reaches under her bandanna and adjust some device on her neck stopping when she hears his end to his outburst, how he's tired of watching people die. Something about this clicks. She scurries over into some boxes trying to get a better listen.
Then, something of a spat breaks out between them. Alver is thrown into the boxes nearly on top of the six-pawed bandit. Skitters skitters behind a box in hopes to remain unseen. Where did that come from? Well, was not like Bas'met expected them to work well together, let alone Kaijmera working well with anyone. But never really expected it to escalate this quickly. People are so very... interesting. Under the cover of the box the striped-tail avatar of Bas'met follows slowly but also more closely, increasingly curious about what they will do next.
Labeled on the "exit", as Alver put it, is what can be made out as the number 10. Most likely meaning floor 10 Certainly not the most desired exit, but a step in the right direction, right? And what is Kaijmera planning to do if she dreads the outside? And what was this lesson she intends to teach Alver? There is so much strange between the subjects to fill Bas'met's voracious curiosity. That curiosity may be driving Skitters to get closer than needed.
Kaijmera's interactions with Alver ceased completely at some point so that all he would be able to converse with was himself and the poorly lit hallway. She found it beneficial to button up once the door came into her line of sight. It was when she tucked herself away from the main area and spent more of her time looking back that she actually noticed something. This was something that she hadn't noticed before. Mainly because she was looking out for just about anything but this particular, thing. As she spies with her little eyes did the glint of something else's small peepers catch her attention. This new discovery had the woman crouch down a little further while peeking safely from around a corner.
Meanwhile she did nothing to further distract Alver from moving forward. Okay so maybe it wasn't nothing that hit the wall beside his head and clatter with a small yet weighted metallic sound to the floor. This wasn't simply to see if he would jump. Although something about it amused her. It sort of cheapened her thoughts on horror films. More specifically, imagining the antagonist, be it human or otherwise grabbing the closest available item that can produce noise when striking something, tossing it over the protagonist or other character's head to scare them before ducking back down acting rather pleased with themselves. The only reason why she didn't find this to be a lowly move was to test for several things. Not everyone responds the same way.
What had her intrigued most of all was seeing if what was following Alver had noticed her hide away and if it, could see her as noticeably as she had seen this scurrying thing. For some reason her thoughts wandered back to when the air vents fell when she saw glimpses of this thing now following behind Alver.
Meanwhile she did nothing to further distract Alver from moving forward. Okay so maybe it wasn't nothing that hit the wall beside his head and clatter with a small yet weighted metallic sound to the floor. This wasn't simply to see if he would jump. Although something about it amused her. It sort of cheapened her thoughts on horror films. More specifically, imagining the antagonist, be it human or otherwise grabbing the closest available item that can produce noise when striking something, tossing it over the protagonist or other character's head to scare them before ducking back down acting rather pleased with themselves. The only reason why she didn't find this to be a lowly move was to test for several things. Not everyone responds the same way.
What had her intrigued most of all was seeing if what was following Alver had noticed her hide away and if it, could see her as noticeably as she had seen this scurrying thing. For some reason her thoughts wandered back to when the air vents fell when she saw glimpses of this thing now following behind Alver.
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?"
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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