PMOCT: Round 6.8- The Return"Ed, what happened to your face? You're all fugly-fied!"
Ed chuckled a little at Sherlock's horrified assessment. "Thanks, it's nice to see you too."
They were standing in the hospital's lobby where a good deal of people were bustling in and out, mainly former test subjects. It was a little hard to talk over the general babble of everyone and the noise of the generators, but there wasn't much they could do about either problem. After the disappearance of the city's mysterious power source two weeks ago, you couldn't get away from the hum of the machines.
Sherlock clicked his mandibles uneasily, shifting his weight. "But you really weren't all THAT bad-looking compared to everyone else in this colony," chattered the voice from his new 'Jarn'. "Why did you let those other ugly f---ers rearrange your face like that?"
He shrugged. "I kind of like it this way, even if I'm not all that great looking by your standard
PMOCT: Round 6.7- MinotaurThe walls and ceiling were hidden in a velvety darkness that stretched across almost the entire room. The only point where it was broken was a tall, narrow rectangle of bluish light some distance away. Angled pipe joints and machinery loomed just behind the source like the silhouette of some alien spacecraft. What drew the eyes, however, was the human-looking figure outlined in the center of the light source.
Ed took a sharp breath. This was it.
He began to step forward, but Sisca's hand closed on his shoulder. He glanced back at her face. In the red glow of Rowan's light, she looked especially grim. The sharp glance she gave him seemed to say Wait.
Ed breathed out through his nose, willing himself to be patient. She's right; you don't want to barge in and blow everything if they're waiting for you.
After waiting for a moment, a noise did meet his ears. It wasn't from th
PMOCT: Round 6.6- RedSome things are easier said than done.
The adage sprung into Ed's head as the panel in the wall started to slide shut, the doorway through which Minos had fled shrinking. It wasn't moving the way it would have done in an action movie either, slow enough for dramatic tension to build as the heroes tossed witty one-liners around. No, the door was sliding smoothly and all too quickly into the closed position.
"No!" Ed loped forward as fast as he could, determined that they wouldn't be shut off from their quarry. As it was, the gap was only wide enough for him to force his shoulder through when he got there. The pressure it exerted on him was only just bearable. Gritting his teeth, Ed wedged his arm through and pushed hard on the door's edge, bracing his legs against the door frame. He halted its progress for the moment, but the force behind it was growing.
"Come on Sisca, I can't hold this forever!" Bu
PMOCT: Round 6.5- FuryThis couldn't be the right room.
Ed had been expecting more stark-white walls and tempered steel. Even if those hadn't been the case, he wouldn't have been too surprised to see shelves lined with jars of pickled animals set in rows like some monstrous storehouse with a few dissecting tables thrown in for good measure. Or perhaps it could have been a dungeon laboratory worthy of Frankenstein, complete with improbable machines crackling visibly with electric bolts. At the very least, he expected it to look like what it was.
Instead, he found himself gazing down an avenue of pillars set along either side of a long hall-like room, their tops wreathed with ornamental leaves that just brushed the ceiling. The walls were lined with sconces, and though the torches within shone with a dim white light, the light bulbs were hidden tastefully from view. Ed felt his bare feet sinking into some lovely plush surface; a glance down revealed a thic
PMOCT: Round 6.4- MinosEd didn't like anything about this situation. He didn't like the hospital gown he'd been given to wear and how easy it would be to moon someone by accident. He didn't like the way the handcuffs scraped against his plating or the urgency in the way his and Ethan's captors moved. And he especially didn't like the unpleasant and all too possible ideas that raced through the back of his mind, ideas about where their nearly empty subway was headed or what sorts of experiments might be performed on a corpse that had inexplicably come back to life.
Yet as terrible as these thoughts were, his mind kept flitting back to that lifeless bit of grey plastic lying on the floor in the hospital.
He shifted in his seat, his eyes flitting toward the nearest nymph. It was ridiculous how anxious this was making him, but...
"Ah, excuse me, but I left something behind in the hospital. It's kind of important, and if we could go back..."
PMOCT: Round 6.3- CerberusThe first floor of the prison complex was a little less foreboding than the bottom level where the mutants were kept. Bright lighting pushed the shadows back further, and the walls were lined with big wooden doors instead of bars or thick glass; it didn't seem this level was for containment at all. All the same, the roughly hewn rock walls and dead silence did nothing to put Ed's mind at ease.
If Ethan felt the same way, it certainly didn't show on his face. He was as composed as he'd been in the hall with just that bare trace of tension marking him as a human being rather than a machine.
I bet he's more scared than he lets on. For some reason this comforted Ed a bit.
As they passed door after solemn chestnut door, this comfort began to wane. There was no sign of anything that might have scared the people in the hallway; it was almost like whatever monstrosity was down here was just waiting for the trespassers to get into