Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190523205228/@comment-26892768-20190613142506

Zakaku would reply, but he's interrupted by the power going out.

He looks up as the emergency lights turn on, then looks back at the Head Scientist. "...how big was the rat that was left, exactly?"

Meanwhile, one of the cyropods opens up, and a young woman on the verge of adulthood stumbles out, eyes blinking as her consciousness returns. Her purple hair flows down to her back, brushing lightly against the school uniform she's wearing.

"Hmm...that was an odd dream." Yuri, as she's known, mutters to herself groggily, brushing a bit of her hair aside as she walks forward. "I'll think about it later, after I get ready for-"

The feeling of her hand meeting cold metal promptly snatches her attention, and she lets out a yelp, scrambling backwards to the other wall, only to run back to the center of the hall when she accidentally steps into the cyropod and feels the cold air on her back.

"I...I must still be dreaming..." Yuri tries to assure herself, but inside, she knows that this is just an attempt to comfort herself in a distressing situation; no dream can replicate that feeling of cold.

Then, she hears a loud groan from the cyropod next to her, and without another thought, Yuri quickly gets in the cyropod and closes the door - or gets as close to closing it as she can, anyway - and tries to look like she's still unconscious.

If she knew what she was actually dealing with, she might not have worried nearly as much.

"Ugh, myy head feels like it got trampled byy a stampede of moobeasts..." Skylla grips her head as she walks out of the cyropod, and then she looks around, her expression gradually becoming more annoyed. "And this must be the fancy research facilityy or ship he took me to, huh? Damn, theyy did a better job at restraining Ladyy then I thought theyy would."