[b]Ember wakes up in his dorm, stirring, groggy. It's the first sleep he's had in months. He wakes up, and something on both both sides pokes at his tongue. They're fangs, and he groans, finally remembering what had happened. He just hoped Cyra made it out ok. He lets out a groan, rolling over, and he sees a needle stuck in his arm along with a tube running up into a packet, the liquid is icy blue and glowing. He quickly rips the needle from his arm, taped to the packet is a note, it reads...[i]"To Ember: From the scientists of Ourobos. The toxin has been experimented on and replicated in your bloodstream. We decided to take you back to your quarters, but at a price, we induced you with the sane toxin again.[/i] He crumbles the paper up and throws it at his wall. He then hears a knock at his door.[/b]
[spoiler]Open. To whom who may reply, your the knock, just knock more.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]jm dojng something different.[/spoiler] [b][i]Ypu see the door fly open, the Jakob comes in, vector in hand. He puts it away when he sees you.[/i][/b] "Oh. Your still alive. Good."
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"Hey. How've you been?"
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"Pretty good. You?"
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"I'm doing great." [b]He looks at Jakob's fore head, indicating that he's lying[/b]
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"At least try to lie better. What's wrong? Woman problems?"
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"No dude. I got my beautiful Six. It's...monstrosity problems."
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"Damnit. Did one those raxor- whatever they're called get in here?"
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"You're looking at a monster." [b]He says looking down.[/b]
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"Well, then I'm glad we've got you on your side."
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"You shouldn't be...I'm nothing...suffering."
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"Well, hopefully we'll find a way to fix it one day."
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"I can trust no scientist."
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"Well that really limits the possibilities of who can fix you."
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"No one can."
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"Well, then looks like you'll have to live with it."
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"It's not that easy."
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"I doubt it is. If you don't mind me asking, what's it feel like? Having the beast within you."
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"Considering you'll battle for conciousness instead of letting it eat everyone you know and love with out hesitation, your head throbs constantly you have to eat less to deplete energy and you don't sleep."
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"Wow. That must suck."
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"Sucks a ton."
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"Could be worse."
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[b]Cyra enters, followed by a young boy wearing a red overcoat that matches his hair and eyes. His eyes turn to the floor immediately.[/b] "Hey"
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[b]He gasps a look of relief coming across his face.[/b] "Cyra! You made it out! Are you ok?"
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"I'm...fine."