Nov 24, 2008 03:32
One thing is for certain, and that is that it's dark. Wherever Some is, it's small (about the size of a small walk-in closet) and dark. Not a shred of light illuminates this small space at the moment. Some might also take note that he still can't seem to teleport anywhere.
Welcome home, Some.
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Currently, however, there's also the sound of footsteps approaching just outside the lab, if Some can hear them. And the sound of the door to the lab opening.
Someone's here to see you, Some.
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"True as that may be, any findings I procured from those studies were long gone upon waking." All those scans, all those samples... gone. Such a shame, really.
And now he has you again. This time, in the flesh.
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Some is angry. Not afraid. Not afraid at all.
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"On the contrary, I'm quite sure that you do." He growls through his teeth, drawing his hand away from the door. His other hand moves to a pad to the side of the door, hand pressing against it. Finger print identification. The Nexus has such wonderfully easily accessible toys. The vacuum seal to that heavy metal door releases with a dull hiss once his hand has been scanned successfully and it slides open.
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Look familiar, Some? The room he brings Some to is, of course, the room with the MRI machine. All those wonderful scans of Some's body were lost, after all.
Depositing the Grue on the table that slides into the machine, he wanders off for a minute, returning with vacutainer tubes and needles. Another thing he lost. Samples.
He fixes a tourniquet to Some's arm, and goes about drawing blood from him, taking quite a few vials. Those vials are quickly placed in a box. Nice and dark. He knows by now what happens when Some's blood is exposed to too much light.
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