You find yourself in a simple room with plain white walls. Half of it seems to be fashioned like a normal office, with a desk covered in papers, a tall bookshelf full of journals, and a labcoat hanging off of a chair. On the other side of the room are bits of machinery that look more like they belong in a work of science fiction. Wires, beeping monitors, and lit-up screens are all attached to two large class tubes. One holds a skeleton, supposedly unconscious, and the other is empty.
The previous occupant of the second tube is now sitting at a table in the chair next to you. There's a variety of crayons fanned out around him, and he's hard at work bent over a piece of paper. If he had a tongue, he would be sticking it out.
After a minute or two, he taps your shoulder and holds out the page.
"Do... do you want to see my picture?"
B
You are standing in a harshly lit room. There is a clipboard in your hand, and attached to that is what appears to be a scientific report, listing off a certain subjects vital signs before and after certain experiments, information on magical abilities, and jot notes on behaviour. Most of it is in scientific jargon, and parts of it are in another language entirely. But the picture attached to the papers is easily identifiable as a photo of S-4.
S-4 himself is sitting in front of you, restrained by his wrists to a chair. He occasionally tugs on the straps, letting out quiet noises of frustration when his arms don't budge.
There's a presence beside you, a low voice that already sounds bored.
"Hurry up and give him the codewords already. I'm tired of listening to him like this."
no subject
You find yourself in a simple room with plain white walls. Half of it seems to be fashioned like a normal office, with a desk covered in papers, a tall bookshelf full of journals, and a labcoat hanging off of a chair. On the other side of the room are bits of machinery that look more like they belong in a work of science fiction. Wires, beeping monitors, and lit-up screens are all attached to two large class tubes. One holds a skeleton, supposedly unconscious, and the other is empty.
The previous occupant of the second tube is now sitting at a table in the chair next to you. There's a variety of crayons fanned out around him, and he's hard at work bent over a piece of paper. If he had a tongue, he would be sticking it out.
After a minute or two, he taps your shoulder and holds out the page.
"Do... do you want to see my picture?"
B
You are standing in a harshly lit room. There is a clipboard in your hand, and attached to that is what appears to be a scientific report, listing off a certain subjects vital signs before and after certain experiments, information on magical abilities, and jot notes on behaviour. Most of it is in scientific jargon, and parts of it are in another language entirely. But the picture attached to the papers is easily identifiable as a photo of S-4.
S-4 himself is sitting in front of you, restrained by his wrists to a chair. He occasionally tugs on the straps, letting out quiet noises of frustration when his arms don't budge.
There's a presence beside you, a low voice that already sounds bored.
"Hurry up and give him the codewords already. I'm tired of listening to him like this."
S-4's head snaps up to look at you.
"I... I don't like this. Can I go back, please?"