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Out of the frying pan...
Feb. 8th, 2013 10:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ithinkiwasbornforthisThe 24 hours are just about up, as far as Forge can tell, and though he doesn't want to admit it he's anxious about what the next move is. He sits on the edge of his bed, clenching and relaxing his fist, having not the slightest idea what's about to happen to them - who is going to come through that door, or what they're going to want.
Luckily, as it turns out, he doesn't have to worry about that. One minute he's sitting on the cot, and the next he's standing in the middle of a vast room, something like what Grand Central might look like if it was abandoned and untouched for about a decade. That's not what strikes him, though. At the moment, all he can register is that he's once again on his feet.
Two feet.
"Oh, thank god," he mutters, flexing the fingers of his cybernetic hand and feeling the familiar response.
Pam materializes a few feet from Forge, on edge and alert, looking about and assessing everything at once. With no direct threat, she relaxes visibly and arches an eyebrow at him. "Found something?"
She does not wait for an answer, but paces a few feet away, turning about. "The Proserpina," she says, wonderingly. There are not many things that can still surprise her, but this has quite caught her off guard.
It is a very pretty cage and she half expects Victor or even Felipe to walk into view at any moment, but despite dropping into a half sleep, Pam had had plenty of time to think that through. As much as she would love to corner Victor and put an end to him, she highly doubts his connection.
"I want answers," she says. And if answers were not given, Pam would find them.
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Luckily, as it turns out, he doesn't have to worry about that. One minute he's sitting on the cot, and the next he's standing in the middle of a vast room, something like what Grand Central might look like if it was abandoned and untouched for about a decade. That's not what strikes him, though. At the moment, all he can register is that he's once again on his feet.
Two feet.
"Oh, thank god," he mutters, flexing the fingers of his cybernetic hand and feeling the familiar response.
Pam materializes a few feet from Forge, on edge and alert, looking about and assessing everything at once. With no direct threat, she relaxes visibly and arches an eyebrow at him. "Found something?"
She does not wait for an answer, but paces a few feet away, turning about. "The Proserpina," she says, wonderingly. There are not many things that can still surprise her, but this has quite caught her off guard.
It is a very pretty cage and she half expects Victor or even Felipe to walk into view at any moment, but despite dropping into a half sleep, Pam had had plenty of time to think that through. As much as she would love to corner Victor and put an end to him, she highly doubts his connection.
"I want answers," she says. And if answers were not given, Pam would find them.
[Tag one, tag both, tag both together, just let us know in the subject who you want!]