( Jenova's patience was… )

( Jennifer hadn't really thought… )

Awareness came slowly. Filtering through wires, up cords, being transmitted via life-energy-electricity. The pulse of liquids, of beeping machinery, carried though wires that spilled out from her prison. A shift, the faintest of motions, a breath-or was it imagination? Machinery beeped and whirled, regulating, confining: reducing ( Read more... )