#riftedsoul

[natussaevire]

continued from |x| @riftedsoul

     “You SURE? Might help release some of that tension you’ve got built up.”

[jundlcndwastesmoved1]

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                ❝I thought you said that he wasn’t going to get back up.❞

[jundlcndwastesmoved1]

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                ❝Don’t mind him,❞ she said with a nod at the Besalisk that had been                   causing the other some trouble. She had seen him around here enough                   to know who he was and that he had a bigger mouth than he did any-                   thing else. ❝He’s all talk. He isn’t going to lay a finger...any of them                   actually-❞ She pauses to make a face. ❝-on you. Not unless he wants                   to lose some in return.❞

[transcendedhumanity-blog]

@riftedsoul

The whitewashed walls, stench of chemicals, whir of machinery—all was not unfamiliar, but respite had not yet kissed away the years of pain. She was so tired now; her head filled with unsung thoughts of guilt and grief, both her own and of those around her. Ever thinking, they were; their minds were never at rest, some regretting what it was that they did, most simply looking ahead to the future. She was so tired now. She did not think a life of freedom a possibility.

Even as another day of scientific endeavour drew to a close, she found no peace; what remaining senses she had were constantly assaulted by the mere nature of her ❛home.❜ As men and women of science (who thought themselves gods) bid their farewell for the night, she was left standing, aimless, at a loss behind a thick pane of glass. Just a subject; just a specimen. No, not just a specimen—their weapon in their crusade against impurity.

The router would change tonight, the security staff stationed in place of the other team. After all, a classified operation could not afford a sudden, unexpected attempt at escape from their subject like many years before. She heard footsteps; most ought to have left by now. The experiment approached the observation glass meekly.

               ❝Is someone there ? Docteur Weaver, is that you ?❞