@STRAYATOMICB0MB +and report any strange sightings. scarecrows, take your draculoids to the 16th floor for a live recovery.'
doors were closing automatically, locks engaging. the building itself became a trap.
@STRAYATOMICB0MB +the ajoining buildings dimmed and the sterile white lights began to pulse red. there was no alarm sounding yet. this was not urgent.
'attention,' a monotonous woman's voice came over the speakers. 'a test subject has escaped the lab. please, lock down sensitive materials +
he did not feel it was necessary to cuff her. her blindness was not really a factor in that. she just did not pose a threat and he was the director's best scarecrow. he hunted down criminals and rebels like a dog. besides, this seemed to be more of a civil matter.
"battery city+
custody ?—
marianne would instinctively back away towards the bench again , her hands still gripping tightly to her cane .
“ where — where would i be taken to ? i .. do forgive me , but i haven’t a clue where i am .. ”
+proper. the corpo district."
which meant people buttoned up tight in their beige, grey, white, and black outfits skittered past quickly, hyped up on whatever medicine that made them most efficient. she was an oddity to them and he was the boogeyman, even to+
the cane could have been mistaken for a weapon by some other idiotic or bloodthirsty exterminator, but korse was prized for a reason.
"a vending service will provide you with what you need. perhaps it would be kinder to take you into custody."
“ .. yes but i’m running out , sir . i didn’t anticipate to be lost .. the rest of my medicine was left in draag .. ”
her hands would find her cane , and she would stand herself up , feeling her surroundings once more .
@STRAYATOMICB0MB like it or not, you'll go back. if you don't then they will send me after you and i always find my mark.
you will go back, but in what state you go back in is up to you.
head cocking to the side, he takes in her statement. he dismisses it as mad ramblings, though she seems perfectly behaved.
"have you taken your medication today?"
marianne’s eyes would widen , her facial expression giving off a rather .. confused look .
“ i… ”
she would pause , taking a breath .
“ there’s .. i have nothing of the sort .. my father is our grand immortal dictator.. i never supposed .. ”
only unprofessional for not assisting you.
i'd say we should douse him in gasoline and light a match, but for every scarecrow lost is another point to the rebels.
this is so dire i’m about to start sending “you up” messages to my writer mutuals in the middle of the night to see if they’ll tell me a homosexual bedtime story
"yes, that is usually the reason for such actions."
his voice isn't cold. it doesn't hold disdain. if nothing had a voice, it was this.
"do you have your identification with you?"
he takes the bl/i issued communication device from a pocket inside his coat.
carefully , marianne would sit herself up — though she was .. immensely startled by the unfamiliar voice .
“ i — do apologize , dear sir . i’m a .. long way from home and .. i apologize . ”
she would speak , dusting off the bottom of her dress .