When consciousness finally returned to him, Scar could recall little of why he had been asleep. He remembered dinner, but beyond that everything was a blur. Had he fallen asleep again? A small groan escaped his throat before he opened his eyes, something he instantly regretted with the light shining down upon him. He winced slightly before he closed his eyes and turned his head. Perhaps the former lion had wanted to move his arm subconsciously - perhaps in an attempt to shield his vision from the light, who knew? - but, for some reason, his arm was stuck. And, as he soon discovered, his remaining limbs were sharing the same fate.
It was then when his brain caught up with the situation, and his eyes widened at the realization; something wasn't quite right. The grogginess disappeared, making place for alarm and, perhaps, the slightest beginnings of fear. He was already beginning to have an idea of what was going on. The King had been trapped in this place long enough, he had heard the stories. Even for someone with the brain capacity
( ... )
It was always entertaining to watch a patient wake up. First, that disorientation that came with awakening from sedation in an unknown area. Second, the fear and panic that came with that realization that they had finally been chosen for this special treatment. Last, the anger that came with the attempt to regain their dignity after the fact.
As if they could really hide their true feelings from him. It was obvious as the stark lighting that was showing every feature on Scar's face, from his dark skin to the namesake over his eye.
Once the patient spoke, the doctor drew a little closer, enough to make it certain that someone was there; to show Scar that yes, he was in fact at someone's mercy. He crossed his arms over his chest as he stared down at the specimen, but he was just as masked from the dark as always.
"Do you really think that's going to do any good? You don't have even a shred of authority in this place, Scar." Nor was he going to use the title the lion had once tried to give himself. One of the things he was going to
( ... )
Deep down, Scar had probably already realized his lack of authority before the words in question had been spoken. He was the rightful heir to the Pride Lands, but such a title held little meaning here, in this world of those humans. But he was stubborn, and it hardly meant he would actually admit it.
However, he did realize that a similar tactic wasn't going to work. Still, he couldn't let this happen. Once again his green eyes searched the darkness, but even though the voice had obviously indicated the presence of someone, he couldn't quite see whoever he was currently in this room with. He didn't quite like that. It unnerved him, it unnerved him greatly, but he still stubbornly continued to cling to his composure.
He swallowed, forcing himself to remain calm as his mind raced for a way to escape all this. There had to be a way, right? He couldn't allow this to happen! So, he tried a different tactic. Perhaps he could talk his way out of this.
"But I'm certain there are far more...suitable patients around here! Surely, you don't
( ... )
So now the patient was trying to talk his way out of this through tactics and manipulation. It was all in the file, of course, but the doctor enjoyed seeing it in action, especially in such a controlled setting. Part of him was tempted to grab a clipboard and start scribbling, but he was certain that he'd remember this entire event with utmost clarity even without the help of paper and pencil.
"We need everyone," he said, his voice silky in that uncomfortable way that could make a person's skin crawl. "It's just difficult to run too many of these experiments at once, so sometimes it takes a while for us to get to someone. I apologize for the delay." It was always fun to get a bit ironic with someone, especially a panicked someone.
"Besides, I thought you realized how important you are, Scar. King of the Pride Lands, wasn't it?" It looked like he'd brought out the title after all, but only in a mocking context. The doctor started to circle slowly around the exam table, his shoes clopping against the ground methodically. "Of course
( ... )
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It was then when his brain caught up with the situation, and his eyes widened at the realization; something wasn't quite right. The grogginess disappeared, making place for alarm and, perhaps, the slightest beginnings of fear. He was already beginning to have an idea of what was going on. The King had been trapped in this place long enough, he had heard the stories. Even for someone with the brain capacity ( ... )
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As if they could really hide their true feelings from him. It was obvious as the stark lighting that was showing every feature on Scar's face, from his dark skin to the namesake over his eye.
Once the patient spoke, the doctor drew a little closer, enough to make it certain that someone was there; to show Scar that yes, he was in fact at someone's mercy. He crossed his arms over his chest as he stared down at the specimen, but he was just as masked from the dark as always.
"Do you really think that's going to do any good? You don't have even a shred of authority in this place, Scar." Nor was he going to use the title the lion had once tried to give himself. One of the things he was going to ( ... )
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However, he did realize that a similar tactic wasn't going to work. Still, he couldn't let this happen. Once again his green eyes searched the darkness, but even though the voice had obviously indicated the presence of someone, he couldn't quite see whoever he was currently in this room with. He didn't quite like that. It unnerved him, it unnerved him greatly, but he still stubbornly continued to cling to his composure.
He swallowed, forcing himself to remain calm as his mind raced for a way to escape all this. There had to be a way, right? He couldn't allow this to happen! So, he tried a different tactic. Perhaps he could talk his way out of this.
"But I'm certain there are far more...suitable patients around here! Surely, you don't ( ... )
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"We need everyone," he said, his voice silky in that uncomfortable way that could make a person's skin crawl. "It's just difficult to run too many of these experiments at once, so sometimes it takes a while for us to get to someone. I apologize for the delay." It was always fun to get a bit ironic with someone, especially a panicked someone.
"Besides, I thought you realized how important you are, Scar. King of the Pride Lands, wasn't it?" It looked like he'd brought out the title after all, but only in a mocking context. The doctor started to circle slowly around the exam table, his shoes clopping against the ground methodically. "Of course ( ... )
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