Lonnie, when she arrives, would find herself in a stone stairway spiraling tight to wall made of brick shaped stones. It was all a dreadful drab grayish white, lit by flickering torchlights.
The level below was filled with all sorts of odd labs, but before she'd be able to see any of them she'd heard voices drifting up from the nearest one.
"What was that?" a woman demanded. "What did you do?"
"Quite simple," the man replying sounded smug, worse than Chad ever could be, almost into gloating villain territory. "I've tinkered with the chemical composition of our bodies. I've made it so you can't live without me. You've already felt the initial withdrawal symptoms. Nasty, yes? But don't worry, all you have to do is hang decoratively on my arm, and you'll be fine." There was a pause and the sound of motion. Cloth and.. metal. "Oh dear... don't get any bloody ideas," he added in a bored drawl. "it won't work if I'm not alive. Unless you want to die too, that thing is completely useless."
There was a sound like something hard hitting flesh, then a sound like someone falling.
"It's not useless if I use the blunt edge," the woman said, sounding frustrated. There was the sound of motion again, again with the metal. Something like a lock clicked open, then closed again. Agatha grabbed he glasses and put them on. "And now I know exactly where to find you," she added. Her body had turned towards the door, but she was still glaring at the redheaded man now on the floor. Then she turned to leave, and finally became aware that... they weren't alone. And she didn't mean the six legged weasel with the sharp teeth caged on a high shelf, the bolts in its neck gleaming in the more steady electric seeming lights in the room.
The room itself was odd... there was a bed with a shackle, a hard wooden seat made of crates between shelves with a pillow on it and the rest.. odd mechanical bits, random food and booze, odd chemicals here and there, weird tools...
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Date: 2020-08-18 08:18 am (UTC)From:The level below was filled with all sorts of odd labs, but before she'd be able to see any of them she'd heard voices drifting up from the nearest one.
"What was that?" a woman demanded. "What did you do?"
"Quite simple," the man replying sounded smug, worse than Chad ever could be, almost into gloating villain territory. "I've tinkered with the chemical composition of our bodies. I've made it so you can't live without me. You've already felt the initial withdrawal symptoms. Nasty, yes? But don't worry, all you have to do is hang decoratively on my arm, and you'll be fine." There was a pause and the sound of motion. Cloth and.. metal. "Oh dear... don't get any bloody ideas," he added in a bored drawl. "it won't work if I'm not alive. Unless you want to die too, that thing is completely useless."
There was a sound like something hard hitting flesh, then a sound like someone falling.
"It's not useless if I use the blunt edge," the woman said, sounding frustrated. There was the sound of motion again, again with the metal. Something like a lock clicked open, then closed again. Agatha grabbed he glasses and put them on. "And now I know exactly where to find you," she added. Her body had turned towards the door, but she was still glaring at the redheaded man now on the floor. Then she turned to leave, and finally became aware that... they weren't alone. And she didn't mean the six legged weasel with the sharp teeth caged on a high shelf, the bolts in its neck gleaming in the more steady electric seeming lights in the room.
The room itself was odd... there was a bed with a shackle, a hard wooden seat made of crates between shelves with a pillow on it and the rest.. odd mechanical bits, random food and booze, odd chemicals here and there, weird tools...