Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190523205228/@comment-26892768-20190605022317

One of said scientists is currently in another room, looking over two subjects.

''"Vitals are at regular levels..." ''The scientist comments to himself, idly glancing over the form of the subject. His voice isn't normal - it sounds more like it's coming from a tuning fork than a human - and his appearance isn't exactly normal, either. He seems to be human, but his skin is thinner than it should be, and is gray to boot, and in fact seems to be flaking off at certain points, with the only thing keeping muscle from being exposed being patches of leather and metal here and there. He also has no hair to speak of, and his right eye is nonexistent; in its place is some sort of advanced mechanical construct emitting a purple light, likely serving to replace the missing eye.

To most, this might be off-putting, but the scientist's coworkers have probably gotten used to the literal walking corpse among them by this point.

Yup. This scientist is literally a walking corpse inhabited by a highly flammable liquid consciousness.

His name is Zakaku - Makuta Zakaku, once, but that title no longer has meaning when his usual armored body and his fearsome power is nowhere to be found.

But enough about him, what about the two people he's looking over?

Zakaku eyes the two subjects suspended in their cryogen tubes with a critical look, making sure nothing's wrong with their preservation (there isn't and he knows there isn't but he's not in a rush), before taking another look at the subjects themselves. Both were retrieved from the same universe one after the other, and both are...different, to say the least.

But that's for later.

For now, seeing as these subjects are completely fine, Zakaku finally starts to walk towards the bridge, checking something off a checklist as he does so.

(would do more but bed)

(Can I snag Yuri from Doki Doki Literature Club as a collected, by the way?)