your icon, who is it?
Can I ask you a question?
The lead scientist came down to Mixt's level. Roughly, he grabbed his hair, shaking him like a rag doll. "Unassigned...How did you even get in here then?" Gendran sighed, watching her go. She was such a child. A blind man could tell she was still smoldering over her ordeal and she didn't want to cool down. If left alone, she'd get hurt.
In an instant, the ten guards tackled Mixt, glaring down at him with their azure eyes. "Who are you? What is your purpose?" Gendran patted his shoulder. "Come on, rest first. Please? I need you to."
"Here" he started, patting his shoulder. "Catch your breath for a second. I need to check up on how you are right now. I hope you don't object."
Frantic, Gendran ran up the stair after Firchra, trying to catch up. "Firchra, wait!" He tried to call her down. They needed to talk.
kinda hoped you ask someone a question or touch something you shouldn't have.
Idk how to respond
*hangs head, leaves*
The head scientist scoffed at her remark. "If anything, I should shame you for not ridding us of that abomination. Now, go to your room. We'll get back to you later."
I dunno how :C care to teach me?
post again in mortal I'll make you involved
In unison, the scientists all grabbed an extraction device and stabbed them into Firchra's arteries. They watched through their expressionless goggles, seeing the crimson liquid fill their vials. Brimming with blood, the needles were retracted and the shackles were released. It was over.
"That's just it. The results from this will tell us where we need to go next. Just please, stay still. This will be over soon."
What is this about a party I hear?
Gendran strokes his neck, looking down at her. Strange, see seemed so vunerable. "They will be taking a rather large sample of your blood and run a few tests on it. We are trying to rule out that Fallen syndrome is caused by a virus or some sort of symbiotic pathogen."
The four remaining scientist frantically worked the shackles around her wrists and ankles. "I think you should talk to K794. You to have a fairly decent relationship, yes?"
The guards stepped aside and made a path to the table. Their glow did not fade. If anything was going to go amiss, blood would pain the walls and Firchra could feed for days. "Glad you understand your place. Take your seat."
The guards made a half circle around Firchra, sheilding the scientists from her. In unison they all passed their hands over the manacles. The device whirred and glowed a neon blue. The material flowed up their arms and into their eyes, glowing through their skin. It was game over if anything happened now.
The scientist stepped back. Confused, he tried to put into context what the girl has just said. "Um, what, huh? Explain yourself child, now."
