BABBLE
βLet's wait. Either they'll be friendly and we can join them, or they'll leave and perhaps we can forage. We need... supplies, I think. Food. A scalpel. Matches. Water.β
Wait. That was to be their next move. Babble couldn't really argue with this, he didn't have any real idea of what to do either. He could do a lot of things right now but his desire to do so was not strong. He was content with listening, evading detection while monitoring everyone's conversations, spying on them without any real consequence. It wasn't that he necessarily wanted to listen in on everyone's conversations like he was the CIA or something but it was a built in function of being the embodiment of sound, something that he could feel as well as he could hear. In his mind sound was a limb of his, all sound forming an all encompassing appendage he could feel and interact with.
βWhat month and year is it? Do you know how long I was in there, or why?β
Her question stirred him from his train of thought, his eyes focused on her instead of simply wandering as though he were seeing shapes in the air.
"Q-quite a good question i-indeed my Scarlet Friend. Let me recall..." He mulled the thought over in his head, listing through all the various discussions people around the facility had, searching for relevant discussions about the date. It wasn't all too difficult as the facility was highly bureaucratic, complete with high volumes of paperwork which needed dates.
"Today is May the fifth, two thousand and fifteen. You were b-brought into the facility three months ago on February t-the first. I remember hearing about it nine months into my stay there. It w-was thirty five days after they had last opened the door to my cell. It was nice of them t-to of let light into my cell that day. They normally just kept my cell p-pitch black. They didn't want me to see m-my surroundings just in case. Oh, if only they knew how little it meant."
Suddenly a weird idea just popped right into Babble's head. A wide crooked smile plastered itself across his pale face. "I can recall the conversation they h-had when they first brought you in. I had it stashed a-away like so much else, now wouldn't be a b-bad time to share that? No, I can't see why not."
Like an echo fading back on it's return two voices slowly came into being. The voice of an older man and a somewhat younger woman, both scientists as evident by their use of complex terminology. It was the voices of the scientists discussing their course of actions as to how to approach studying Scarlet while she was in an induced coma. The beeps, whirs and overall hum of the machines which kept her under could be heard in the background as they spoke of her, continually referring to her as a subject.
Seeing as they couldn't examine the limits and functions of her abilities in the same fashion as the other anomalies there were a number of rather invasive and rather aggressive procedures suggested, many of which would of been deemed inhumane in a less amoral crowd. There were no real decisions confirmed given their lack of understanding of her powers and eventually they just decided to resume the discussion again in the future and separated to go about attending other examinations and experiments. As the room went quiet the audio slowly faded out, the sound in the area slowly returning to the gentle sound of nature and people talking far into the distance.
Babble simply turned his head like a curious owl, watching and waiting for Scarlet's response.