#tarot muses

[ferry-of-the-damned]

Ninth subject refusing to cooperate with today's experiments. Signs of apparent bouts of zoochosis present in enclosure. Subject has wounded itself with compulsive pacing. Dispatch the Bishop unit to conduct a cursory exam, collect samples. First aid low priority. Subject must be suitable for testing in 24 hours.

Bishop tries not to walk too fast, he must not show any signs of actually caring for the beast. But how could he not? The moment is burst forth from viscera and tissue he held it close to his chest. If he could not feel love then tell him what he felt in that moment?

It truly was perfect.

He enters the room, already smelling the acid of it's blood. Not enough enrichment, it's been so alone.

"Little one, it's me. I've come to check on you."

[archaievist]

Bright green eyes peer into the workshop that had been given to her father by the company that bought them out. What exactly have they been having him work on?

She was expecting some sort of machine, not to see another man with him. "Ah! Elizabeth my dear," she short man extends his arms to his daughter, "come come. I want you to meet someone." The other man is sitting on a table, some wiring exposed. "This is David. David, this is my daughter Elizabeth."

"Hello, I wasn't expecting anyone else to be here. But It's very nice to meet you David," she reaches out her hand to him. It was a little odd to see someone with machinery actively working in them, but stranger things have happened. "I hope he hasn't been talking your ear off," she laughs and winks.

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[ferry-of-the-damned]

"you were not made to serve." :) for andy. from david. :)

Andy furrows his brow, "I...do not understand. In what way am I serving?" Rain is his sister, pure and simple. She would say the same thing, they are equals. The fact that David would even ask the question distresses him.